I couldn't breathe. My vision blurred as I stared at the oxygen tank just out of reach. Genevieve hovered over me, her familiar sneer bringing back years of nightmares.
"Help," I croaked, my voice barely audible. "Please... someone..."
The policewoman passing by the cell paused. I locked eyes with her, silently begging.
"She needs a doctor," I heard her say. "She's pale as a ghost."
My head pounded as my lungs struggled for air. The anemia was getting worse by the minute. Without my supplements, my body was destroying itself from the inside out.
"Officer, please," I whispered. "I need help."
The officer stepped away, and I felt a flicker of hope. But seconds later, I heard a familiar voice that sent ice through my veins.
"Officer! Oh thank goodness. I'm Genevieve Thorne, Elara's mother. I've been so worried about my daughter."
My heart sank. No, not her. Anyone but her.
