Zero Days

by Ruth Ware

“Okay,” I said. But it wasn’t true. I wasn’t okay. I would never be okay again.

I shook my head. I wanted nothing more than to curl up in the small white bed in Hel’s spare room and cry myself to sleep. But the tears still wouldn’t come.

I felt my rage deflate inside me like a pricked balloon, leaving only an intense weariness, close to despair. I felt my shoulders droop.

By the time I finished reading the last line, the fear and nausea were gone—burned away by the only emotion that remained: a searing fury.

Keep putting one foot in front of the other. Until you can’t walk any further.