FINALLY AWAKE The next day, I couldn’t waste a moment. Dr. Vincent had called early, saying my mother had shown some signs of recovery. She was already responding, but for her to heal fully, she needed a safe space somewhere she wouldn’t be disturbed. I rushed to the pack hospital as quickly as I could, my heart racing with hope and fear in equal measure. When I arrived, I found her lying there, still so fragile but breathing steadily. I gently sat beside her bed, reaching out to hold her hand. The touch felt so familiar, so comforting, like I had done this a thousand times before. She was asleep, but I didn’t mind the wait. I just wanted to be close to her, to feel like I had some part in her healing. But as I held her hand, something changed. Her eyes fluttered open. They were blurry at first, but then they focused on me, and I saw the flood of emotion that filled them. “Maya...” she whispered, her voice hoarse and weak. The sound of my name, so fragile, made my heart
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