Chapter 482

• Amora
• The grass lookedsoft when I knelt down, but in actuality, it’s prickly as fuck against my bare legs. On the bright side, if I focus on the sandpaper-like roughness beneath me, I can somewhat ignore the way the rest of me feels right now.
• Sucking in a deep lungful of air, I uncurl and lean back against the trunk of the nearby tree, breathing through the tight ache in my chest. Pressing two fingers to the knot of anxiety that seems to sit just behind my sternum, I try to massage it away, but I’m pretty sure it’s here to stay.