Chapter 23
Anne sat in her bedroom, hands over her ears, eyes squeezed closed. Her head was buzzing, shrieking, echoing with every kind of noise she’d ever heard.
This was the static of her dreams turned up louder than she could possibly tolerate. And she couldn’t do anything to make it stop.
The noise had been growing louder over the past several days whether she was awake or asleep. Her head had turned into some kind of organic alarm clock that got louder with every passing second. She was terrified of what would happen when that alarm finally went off.
Her journal and pens were on the desk beside her. She’d gotten everything ready a few days ago just in case. When it happened, she was going to be out of time, and she had to say something. She had to let her father know how sorry she
