[You get the feeling that something is immediately wrong as soon as you awaken. Your room, like each room, is quiet in the morning light. Even before you've pulled yourself from your sheets, there's a sense that dread is waiting for you.
It's a new day. You'll have to step out your door to face it eventually.
Who goes first?]
It's a new day. You'll have to step out your door to face it eventually.
Who goes first?]