I think I should be scared or sad or something. That I should be worried even though everyone says Mum is fine. Or I should be all jumpy because she took me away in the first place. But I don't feel any of that. I just feel like there's a big stone in my stomach. Nothing but that rock. And it's heavy. I could just sit here for days and not say anything and not do anything, and that would be fine, I suppose. I don't feel like I'll want anything ever again.