Chapter 35

• The idea of waiting when one was in danger had to hold one of the most thorough fears. The terror seemed to be eating me from inside, my breath wavered, and each time I tried to whisper prayers, I busted into tears.
• Sitting with my arms around my knee, my chin pressed against it, my eyes wide open in the darkness, waiting and hoping for something, anything.
• I could hear Salvatores phone continuously ringing in the car, and I prayed in my head for it to just stay silent.