That meant this was it.
One single phone call. One quick look at their beautiful faces, one chance to say hello, and then she would never, ever get to talk to them again. The magic door wouldn't just be locked; it would be gone forever.
Her chest suddenly felt incredibly tight, like someone had tied a thick rope around her ribs. The air in the big, beautiful penthouse completely vanished. Roxy immediately panicked.
She started breathing fast, her chest moving up and down in quick, shallow gasps. In, out. In, out. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't catch her breath. Her lungs burned.
She took a shaky step backward, her hands flying up to cover her mouth. Her green eyes went wide with pure, blinding fear.
"No," Roxy gasped, shaking her head side to side. "No, Zarek, please. I can't. If I only get one time, how do I say goodbye? How do I look at them and tell them I'm never coming back? I can't do it! It will hurt too much!"
