It hurts as I sit up, and I look over and see Eve asleep next to me. Her face is even more swollen thanbefore. Purple bruises with green around the edges cover her cheek and the skin around her eye.
I want to reach out and brush her hair behind her ear, but I don’t want to wake her. Not yet. If I did,she would stop me from doing what I’m about to do.
Shoving away my fear of the pain, I swing both my legs off the bed and set my feet on the floor.
It comes like a train speeding towards me, slamming into my chest all at once. Pain explodes inside ofme, hot and pulsating.
I squeeze my eyes shut and wait as it becomes a dull roar in the back of my mind.
When I stand up, the pain comes again, but the pressure of my foot against the floor seems to stabilizeit in a way. It sharpens the
