Close Your Eyes. Amanda Eyre WardЧитать онлайн книгу.

      ‘How long ago was this?’ said Jane. She held a cheap Bic ball-point, a pad in her lap. I felt alarmed, wondering what she would write down, how she would distill me into sentences.

      ‘I don’t know,’ I said. She peered at me questioningly. I stared at her large brown eyes, and the room grew hazy.

      ‘I love him,’ I whispered, a familiar dread rising in my chest, making me feel feverish. ‘I’m really hot.’

      ‘You feel hot?’

      ‘Yes,’ I said. Jane was intent, looking at me through what seemed to be a room of smoke. I cleared my throat and tried to shake it off. ‘I’m very dizzy,’ I said.

      ‘You’re feeling anxious?’

      ‘Yes,’ I said. ‘And I’m feeling really hot.’

      ‘Breathe,’ said Jane. ‘How else do you feel?’

      I took a deep inhalation, but the woozy feeling remained. ‘What’s wrong with me?’ I said.