Rude AwakeningSuddenly, I was in the church again. And I was myself. Only me – there was… only me.
My feelings. My identity.
Me.
But that didn’t feel nearly as good and relieving as it had the first two times.
Hurling up food I didn’t even remember eating, I collapsed on the ice-cold stone floor, feeling like my very soul was on fire.
I couldn’t breathe. But it was over. I wasn’t… wasn’t her.
No one had beaten me. I didn’t believe I deserved to be treated like garbage.
I didn’t believe I’d killed my father. That wasn’t me. That was all her. Not me.
Not.
Me.
Linn’s feelings swirled in my body, shouting for my attention in a way that even María’s hadn’t. It was like things got more intensive with every time… or maybe it was that Lesa had accepted her father’s passing and that Marí
