C82 SHOULD HAVE LISTENED TO HUGO

Melanie.

My heart drops to the pit of my stomach, this can't be happening. It isn't true, it's not true.

I didn't see well, I saw nothing that was true. My feet automatically flings over the edge of the bed, and I jump down not minding that the bed is high.

I hear a small crack, but I don't dare stop as I dash out of the room heading straight to the field.

My heart is pounding