The air in the tunnel was stale, making Amelia feel like she couldn’t breathe enough to satisfy her lungs. The only light they had inside the tunnel came from a small pen-shaped flashlight Clara held firmly, keeping the beam ahead, illuminating the floor and the concrete walls surrounding them. Amelia found the tunnel too narrow, even though there was enough space for her and Clara to walk side by side. She didn’t like how the walls seemed ready to close in on them, nor did she like that they were several meters below the surface. And she hated knowing that in a few minutes, she would emerge inside the pack where all the people responsible for the worst things that ever happened to her were.
God, she felt like she was about to have a nervous breakdown. Her hands were sweating, her heart
