CHAPTER TWELVEARIA’S POVThe blanket Dorian brought felt soft and comfortable on my skin.I curled deeper into it, letting the warmth take me under. For the first time in days, sleep came easy. My body felt heavy, but in a good way. The constant ache from the rejection started fading into the background, as I drifted asleep.Then I had a dream—in the dream, I was back in the cornfield behind our old house.Long golden stalks of corn swayed gently in the breeze. The sun felt warm on my face. My mother was there, laughing as she chased me through the rows. Her hair was loose, flowy and shining, just as she was before the sickness took her strength.“Aria, slow down!” she called, her voice was full of joy.I laughed and ran faster, my small feet kicked up the dust with every step. Lena appeared beside me, tall and strong, grabbing my hand.“Come on, little sister,” she said. Her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Race you to the end of the field!”We ran together, laughing so hard that my
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