CHAPTER 121

  When Marisol finally runs back into her room, the door slams shut behind her before she collapses against it, her heart pounding against her chest as a whirlwind of emotions threatens to engulf her.

  She takes several deep breaths in a quest to stabilize the erratic organ with a hand over her chest, but it does nothing to soothe the violent arrhythmic thuds against her ribcage Her eyes are tightly shut as she prays and hopes, for once in her life, she wanted this not to be the reality, needing so desperately for this to be an extension of her nightmares taking on a more twisted form because there was no way her already puzzling life would take on such a drastic, terribly unfunny turn.