Chapter 29

**Evangeline's POV**

My legs quit three blocks from home. One second I'm walking on wobbly knees, the next I'm face-down on concrete, puking up nothing but yellow bile. My stomach twists like someone's got it in a vise.

The sun burns my back, but I can't stop shaking. Everything hurts. My head pounds like a sledgehammer. My throat's shredded from screaming. My hands won't quit trembling. Sixteen hours in that storage room broke me, and I don't know how to glue ...