#Dorothy’s POV#The morning light filters into the sitting room, the way it always does here by the ocean. The curtains sway a little because Joel left the window cracked last night to let the sea breeze through, and the air smells of salt, wood polish, and fresh flowers in the vase on the coffee table. I sit there on the edge of the couch, my hands restless in my lap, my knees bouncing slightly, unable to keep still. I feel like my body is betraying me again, and yet my mind is working double time, replaying every single detail of what happened yesterday, what’s been happening lately, how everything has gotten to this insane point in my life.Joel is there, of course. He’s in one of his plain white shirts, the collar open, sleeves rolled up, and his hair is slightly damp from his morning shower. He hasn’t taken his eyes off me since I woke up with nausea again. He hasn’t stopped watching me as though the minute he looks away, I’ll collapse, I’ll vanish, I’ll slip into that dark tunne
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