"I'm going to be sick, Dolly."
I have been hyper-sensitive for three days, pacing back and forth, thoughts disconnected.
"Just stick your finger down your throat," Dolly looks serious and pops her gum in her orange spandex. "You have a fever or what? Eat too much?"
I frown. "No, Dolly," I sigh and close my eyes. "Emotionally drained."
"Oh, because you have to tell Jules everything today?"
I stare at her. "Great guess, Dolly." I make a face like she's mentally disabled.
I take a breath and look down, willing the feeling of dread to leave me, wishing I had this confidence that he will not hate me. Please don't hate me. I wipe my nose as I sit in my room, the beautiful one that they gave me at the Castle. This grand room feels empty, almost like a prison. I am back at the Sky Colonies,
