Karma's leg trembled and her vision swarmed. She stopped by the car and breathed in deeply.
Somehow, she had an inkling to who the sender of these anonymous messages was.
But that different make her feel better, if anything it increased her wariness tenfold.
Being kept in the darkness was something she hated so much it made her fist clench. But Alphonse wouldn't tell her anything.
Not even about himself. But a vein throbbed violently behind her eyes and her mouth tasted of bile. She wasn't sure she could get to the office without collapsing.
But she remembered the load of files on her table and she squared her shoulders. She wasn't going to take the afternoon off because of a puny headache. Nevermind the fact that black dot painted the edge of her vision.
Perhaps some Tylenol and cold bath would help. She drove silently to her office, concentrating on inhaling and exhaling.
