Almara’s Pov
I stomp my way through the jungle, pushing foliage out of my way and cursing through my blurred vision. I know I’m not being the most effective searcher right now, but I can’t seem to get my emotions under control. So, I stop trying to.
I sink down onto the sand and let the softness hold me. Bringing my knees up to my chest, I burrow my head into my hands letting my hair fall down and weep. I cry uncontrollably and just allow myself to feel every anxiety, every worry, and every concern.
I thought when Arthur was dying that might have been the worse pain, but somehow this is worse. It’s a fear and mourning that sizes every cell in the body. I cry so much that I think I’m beginning to grieve things that aren’t even related to Graces disappearance.
Every stress from th
