CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY ONE: LOST

Tiana’s heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand, a constant ache that she couldn’t escape. Each breath felt heavy, as if the weight of her grief was pressing down on her chest, suffocating her. She spent her days locked away in her room, the darkness providing a twisted comfort that she couldn’t find anywhere else. The walls seemed to close in around her, trapping her in a prison of her own making. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the world outside grew dark, Tiana felt a sudden surge of panic grip her heart. It was as if the walls of her room were closing in on her, threatening to swallow her whole. She stumbled to her feet, her head spinning with dizziness, and staggered towards the door. But as she reached for the handle, her hand froze in mid-air, trembling with fear. “Get me out of here,” she whispered, her voice barely audible even to her own ears. Mark’s voice floated through the door, filled with concern. “Tiana, what’s wrong? Are you