My eyes blink themselves open to see forest trees high above me. The sun is not blazing hot as the tree leaves pave the way for the rays to seep through the forest. 

Grace Mo sits on a rock, plucking leaves out of its stem. One-by-one. 

“You’re up,” Grace greets. 

“Did I faint?” I ask. 

She chuckles. “How could you have fainted?” 

“The book,” I answer. 

After explaining to ...