SERAPHINA’S POV

I walk on my two feet out of the woods on my own.

The injury on one ankle surprisingly healed on its own, but I don't focus on that, or the pain in my chest, or the fact that there's a body potentially not breathing deep in the woods.

I can't think of any of that; I choose not to.

I feel myself on the edge of shattering into a million pieces, being held together by nothing more than a single flimsy strand.

I'm counting every breath I take while walking closer to school ...