Sienna’s POVThe sound of beeping fills the room around me. Everything is still dark, but slowly, my body starts to stir. My eyes feel heavy, like weights are tied to my lashes. I try to open them, but the light burns through the darkness, too bright, too sharp. I wince and shut them again.“She’s awake, she’s awake,” I hear my mom’s voice call out, frantic, breaking, but so familiar that I cling to it.I force my eyes open again, squinting against the brightness until the room starts to take shape. A nurse leans over me, smiling softly.“Hey there, sweetheart. How are you feeling?”My throat feels raw, dry. The words scrape out like gravel. “I’m… okay, I think.”My mom practically pushes past the nurse. “Sweetie, I'm here. I'm right here.” Her voice trembles as she grabs my hand. “Your dad went down to the police station.”And then it hits me, like a film playing in jagged flashes, from the hit to the head, the rag pressed over my mouth, the suffocating darkness, the sound of fabric
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