I took a deep breath, smiled, and shut the door in his face. Then I stomped on the ground like a five-year-old. At least he didn’t see that. I ran through the building, bursting through the other side. I wanted to keep running, but as I stepped onto the gravel, Mr. Muscles caught me. “Grace, what happened?” “Nothing. I’m fine. Let go of me.” I tried to shake his grip, but his arms tightened around me. “Please, let go!” I was on the verge of losing it. I could feel the anger and pain and grief and hatred all colliding inside of me. It didn’t know where to go. I continued to fight, twisting my body in hopes of breaking free. “Grace!” His powerful voice stopped me. “Try to calm down.” “Don’t tell me what to do,” I shot back at him. “I’m not, but the advice I’m giving you is sound.”
