Chapter 51 The Cursed Troll

• “Jacob?” I barely heard my own voice with its softness. Uttering his name made my tears worse. “How...” My throat bobbed, “How are you?”
• “I'm fine, Farrah.” He briefly paused, and then, “How about you? Are you okay? You sound...upset.”
• Even seven years later, he can still tell how I feel with the way I speak. “I’m—” I shook my head. There’s no use in lying again to the brother I just contacted now. “I am upset. I’m not okay.”