“Hold my hand,” Alisa huffed from ahead, extending her arm. “What? Why?” Despite her confusion, Rosalind reached out anyway and grabbed Alisa’s hand. “Do you see something?” “No.” They hurtled past the next hallway. “I’m offering emotional support.” The situation was so ludicrous that Rosalind almost laughed. Except it seemed any sort of strong response triggered the twist in her throat, because she let out another sob instead.
