Missing (cont’d Chapter 2) by Julie-Anne McDowell

The watershed of pent up frustration and sorrow spewed out like projectile vomit that went on and on until all there remained was bitter tasting bile.  I struggled to regulate my breathing as the panic overwhelmed my thoughts and sense of reason.  The buzzing in my head intensified as the sobbing subsided and the clouded...

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