Keep going. I’ll always be here.
“Yeah, as if you can go anywhere."

Grace distinctively felt like she was being forced into a rubber tube. Her lungs constricted painfully and all she wanted to do was put pressure on her chest to overshadow the throbbing inside. No sooner had she lifted her hand than the pain cleared out almost immediately.

Throwing up was the first thing she did.

Staggering upright, Grace found out that she was no longer sitting underneath the apple tree in the park.