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~Lisa's POV
I stared at the door long after it closed. My chest rose and fell too quickly, like I had run a great distance. Fridolf's words kept echoing in my head, wrapping around me like chains I could not break.
"Child, you are standing in a storm. And you don't even see the lightning yet."
I whispered it to myself, my lips barely moving. "A storm…" My hands shook. "What storm?"
Fear gnawed at me. My stomach felt tight, and the room tilted slightly. My head grew heavy, spinning as though the floor wanted to slide out from under me. I staggered toward the bed and managed to sit at the edge, pressing my palms against the mattress to steady myself.
"What… what is wrong with me?" I whispered. My throat felt dry. My heart beat too fast, too loud, filling my ears.
I closed my eyes and tried to breathe, but his smile, his voice, his eyes—they stayed with me.
Why had he come? Why me? Why in my room?
