The ceiling fan cut through the thick evening air with a monotonous whir, doing little to dispel the heat that clung to my skin like a second layer.
I lay sprawled across my bed, still in my pajamas, my phone clutched tightly in my sweaty palm. The screen glowed against my face in the dimming light, casting harsh shadows across the walls of my bedroom. My heart hammered against my ribs with such force that I could feel it in my fingertips.
“Hey Alessia, Are you sure this pills is going to work?” I typed, my thumbs trembling so violently that I had to delete and retype the message three times before hitting send. The message seemed to hang in the digital ether, the little clock icon spinning, mocking my impatience.
The reply came almost instantly, the vibration making me jump.
“Oh my G
