I’m in a murky, yellowish-green sea. I’m no longer seventeen, I’m eight. And I can’t remember how to swim. I’m at the mercy of the bitterly cold water. I can’t breathe. The seaweed is pulling me down, and I can’t move. My arms won’t work, my legs are out of action. I have no control over my body. The pressure on my chest is overwhelming. And then I have no choice but to breathe in the water.
Oh damn so the book gives her 2 trauma stories 😭
