“Stop looking at them. Deep breaths.” “I can’t. What is happening?” “Don’t look at them.” Tears slide down my face. I’m about to explode. “But why are they—” Koen’s fist darts out to punch the mirror, shattering my reflection into a thousand small shards. “Here. Now they’re not doing that anymore.” His palm rests against my forehead. “You’re burning up. This is not the first time, is it?” Yes. No. I don’t know. “Answer me.” “N-no.” “Good girl. Is it a fever?”
I’m screaming this is making my tummy hurt
