#Chapter 153: Don’t Worry

Almara’s Pov I stomp my way through the jungle, pushing foliage out of my way and cursing through my blurred vision. I know I’m not being the most effective searcher right now, but I can’t seem to get my emotions under control. So, I stop trying to. I sink down onto the sand and let the softness hold me. Bringing my knees up to my chest, I burrow my head into my hands letting my hair fall down and weep. I cry uncontrollably and just allow myself to feel every anxiety, every worry, and every concern. I thought when Arthur was dying that might have been the worse pain, but somehow this is worse. It’s a fear and mourning that sizes every cell in the body. I cry so much that I think I’m beginning to grieve things that aren’t even related to Graces disappearance. Every stress from the past few months that has piled up is finally breaking through. When Arthur and I first started to really fall for one another I told myself that was impossible because of how good it could be, I never on