Violet
I began walking, feeling three pair of eyes burning in my back—but I had already made my decision. Whatever was in that box, whatever it had to say, I would deal with it.
I was afraid, petrified—but it had to be done. It was only fair.
About one hour in, nothing had happened yet. So far so good.
I wasn’t completely fine, though. With the others, it took about an hour for the first signs to show, and now that I was past that mark, I felt a tight feeling in my chest. I was mortified of what might come next.
The others kept a close eye on me, as if all three of them were ready to jump in if I couldn’t handle it. I tried to stay relaxed, tried to breathe—but every muscle in my body was tensed, waiting for disaster.
"We're almost halfway," Dylan encouraged. "If we keep up this temp
