Day 4: Feb 3, 2017
Fear coils through her stomach, a venomous vine spewing nasty knotted briars. They pinch, seeming to twist the insides of her stomach. Her breathing plunges, partially clogged in her throat. What to do, what to do, what to do? What to say?
Please, please, please, she begs, send me a sign. A message. Something I can understand