Another two days gone by and still no sign of Regan. I’m not sure right now if I’d hug her or kill her.

Still no mention of Jack’s visit. It looks like I’ll be able to see him. He’s coming the day after tomorrow. I hate feeling like this. I was looking forward to him coming so much. Now I’m sick with dread. My stomach aches, and it isn’t just from the virus.

I’ve been doing my best to look desperately ill whenever I see Warden Powers or Nurse Gunderson. I can’t let them know that I don’t feel as bad as I’m pretending to, at least not physically. I don’t know how I’m going to be able to face Jack like this.