After breakfast, Alina found a quiet moment to sit down in the staffroom. It was still ten minutes before her next class started, and she wanted to catch her breath. Her legs ached just a little from running around earlier, and the scene in the flooded dining room still played behind her eyes like a slow replay.
She sipped the last of her coffee, letting the warmth settle in her chest. The staffroom was peaceful, almost too quiet.
But what really caught her attention was how empty the room was.
Not a single other teacher had come to sit, talk, or even ask her how she managed the crisis this morning. No one questioned the water, the panic, or how the babies were now resting after changing their soaked clothes. It was almost as if nothing unusual had happened at all.
She leaned back in the chair, letting her head rest for a moment.
"Do they not care…?" she whispered to herself, eyes drifting toward the quiet door. "Or maybe... this is just normal for them?"
