Dafne White's POV
I can't stop crying as Grace drives. I clutch my chest, trying to calm down, but it's useless, it hurts.
"Dafne, please, you're worrying me, breathe, please." I try, unsuccessfully.
It's as if the air won't enter my lungs. The sobs choke me, the anguish so intense that I breathe faster and faster.
"Dafne!" Grace stops abruptly and unbuckles her seat belt to hug me. "Please, you have to breathe," I cling to her chest, "you have to calm down. Do you want to go back? If going back to that i***t will calm you down, we'll go back. I need you to stop crying like this, please, it hurts me to hear you like this." I clutch her clothes and shake my head.
"It's not fair!" I sob. "Why did he lie?" The sound of my breathing matches my crying.
"I don't know, friend, I just know I
