The familiar stillness of the estate felt suffocating, i couldn't shrug off the feeling that this estate could very well be housing my unknown enemy. The drive back from the hospital had been a blur of silent, simmering tension.
The sterile, antiseptic smell of the hospital had clung to me, and I had showered immediately I returned. I had washed away the smell and everything else, but I couldn't wash away what really bothered me; I couldn't wash away the paranoia.
Nonetheless, I pulled myself together, got dressed and headed out. I walked into the meeting room, the heavy oak door closed behind me with am echoing thud. Everyone had been summoned, and they were waiting for me. Their faces were a mixture of concern and a silent judgment.
I knew the news of what was amiss had spread already and there was no need to beat around the bush. I took my seat at the head of the table, the familiar weight of the chair was a silent reassurance.
