Grace
In the dark, I had been so sure I knew what to do to get myself out of this mess. By the light of day, things do not look as clear, or feel as certain as they had the night before.
I sit up, trying to shake the sleep off. The further away from sleep I get, the more I begin to doubt myself. I still do not feel entirely like myself, but instead, more like a slowed down version, like when the batteries started to wear out on Toby’s toy train, and it made that god-awful noise, reminding us that it was running on its last legs.
It doesn’t help that I woke up sweating and slightly feverish. I’m not sure if I’m coming down with something or if it’s just this place.
“Oh, my God!” Elizabeth exclaims, her head snapping in my direction. She’d been staring at the ceiling, like she often does
