![]() ![]() ![]() “What is it?” My tongue can barely form the words. My heart stops for a moment, then begins slamming furiously against my ribcage. Rosa’s company is better than driving myself insane with worry.Īs we exit the library together, I see Peter walking in our direction, a grave expression on his face. The last thing I feel like doing is swimming, but I agree. Rosa is usually too busy with her duties to take off in the middle of the day, but she’s obviously making an exception today. I can see the concern on her face, and I know Ana probably sent her to distract me. “Let’s go for a swim,” Rosa offers when she finds me in the library. My head is pounding, and my stomach feels like it’s eating itself, the acid burning a hole in my insides. By early afternoon, I’m literally sick from anxiety. ![]()
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