“A day? Two at the most?” Her voice was gentle and full of understanding when she asked, “Does your skin itch so bad you want to tear yourself open? Has the cold gotten into your bones so deep you feel like you’ll never be warm again? What about the cold sweats and the nausea? Have you reached the stage where you would rather die than go without?” “I have it under control.” “Do you?” She sighed heavily. “Or does it have control of you?” “You don’t know me.”
Edel??? Whats ur story????
