ALFRED'S POVAs I stood in the infirmary, my eyes scanning the room with a mixture of desperation and frustration. The workers, who had been tending to my father with such care and diligence just moments before, now seemed to be avoiding me, their eyes cast downward as they busied themselves with various tasks. I asked them again, my voice firm but controlled, "Who could have done this to my father?" But they continued to ignore me, their silence a strong force that seemed to reverberate through the room.I felt a surge of anger and frustration at their refusal to answer me, my mind racing with thoughts of who could have perpetrated such a heinous act. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down, and asked again, this time attempting to mellow down my voice, to sound more reasonable, more rational. But the workers continued to act as if I wasn't even speaking to them, their faces impassive, their eyes averted. It was as if they had been instructed not to speak to me, not to a
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