Stephanie's Perspective:
My mind is jumbled like a jigsaw puzzle missing crucial pieces, yet an insistent need forces me to open my eyes, a task that seems impossible in the all-consuming darkness.
I begrudgingly allow my other senses to take over, steadfastly struggling to pry my eyes open, intent on regaining focus. Searing pain wraps around my wrists, and a noxious odor emanates from them, invading my nostrils with such force that I feel on the brink of vomiting.
The mist of bewilderment in my mind thickens. What was the last thing I did? My thoughts turned toward the heated confrontation with Brock, remembering the sharp words I had flung at him in admonishment.
The memory of the fury blazing in his eyes triggers an involuntary response that feels like a chuckle, or perhaps it's
