“Is this about that goddamn missing bitch?” I spit. “Is she here?” Grace tilted her head. My eyelids so badly wanted to close. Tears streamed from the corners of them, slithering down the sides of my face. I struggled again to move my arms and legs. Nothing. “Yes.” Even speaking became a chore, every muscle in my body seizing up, useless. “Is she alive?” “I think so.”
