Chapter Twelve
*Abby*
There is a line in one of my fathers books, it goes ‘being Ribelle - The Brave is not the absence of fear, it’s having the will do go forth in the presence of fear’ in which case I must be pretty Ribelle - The Brave because honestly I am scared. I wake up scared, I go through the giorno scared and I eventually fall asleep still shaking with fear. I don’t know what to do, what is right o wrong, where to look o turn. I don’t know what to say, o think, I am so Lost in the indecision that every sposta I make racks me with fear.
Just walking upstairs makes me domanda every sposta I’ve made but I...
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