Chapter 19

• The air was charged with anticipation, the electricity cackling with every step I took, and it didn’t help the way I was feeling.
• My palms were wet with perspiration, little beads of sweat clinging to my forehead, but I made no effort to wipe them clean; instead, I focused on pulling my pants up to my waist.
• I should have told Toby. Maybe he would have helped me to relax; hearing his voice and cheers should be enough to calm my nerves, but I had kept my mouth shut, refusing to tell him.