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She couldn't walk anymore and it was obvious, her whole body needed rest. She sat right there and sighed loudly. 'This is ridiculous,' she thought, blinking back tears. 'I'm Lawrence Abbott. I shouldn't be stuck on some godforsaken island, starving and lost. I should be at home, in my penthouse, or on a yacht, sipping champagne... I shouldn't be here and I especially shouldn't look like some kind of stupid bitch!' Her stomach growled loudly, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten in hours. She looked around the clearing, spotting a few edible-looking plants. She wasn’t sure, but they were her only hope of survival.
'Food,' she thought, scrambling over to them. She picked them eagerly, stuffing her mouth with the unfamiliar green leaves. But as she chewed, she felt a sharp, bitter taste. Her face contorted in disgust, and she spat them out, coughing violently. 'God, what even are these?' she thought, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. 'Stupid island food. All disgusting!'
Lacey tried to ignore the growing dread in her chest, but it was impossible. She curled up on the ground, pulling her knees to her chest. The night was cold, and the thin remnants of her polo offered little warmth. She wrapped her arms around herself tighter, feeling the softness of her new body press against her limbs. 'I'm not supposed to be like this,' she thought, tears rolling down her cheeks. 'I'm supposed to be a man, not... not this.'
She sobbed quietly, unable to hold back the flood of emotions. 'This is awful. I hate this island. I hate Stephen. I wish I could just go home.' She sniffled, resting her forehead against a nearby tree, trying to take comfort in the rough bark against her skin. 'I miss home. I miss my bed. I miss my maid service, and my chef, and my cars, and...and...' She closed her eyes tightly, tears streaming freely now. 'I shouldn't have left... Stephen was right. I can't do this on my own... I need him. Damn it, I hate that I need him...'.
Lacey tried to sleep, but every rustle and snap of a twig made her jump. Her heart raced in her chest, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was watching her from the shadows. 'Please, God,' she thought, closing her eyes tightly. 'Just let me get through this night.'