2. Margo
Chapter 2
Margo
S ome people come back from unconsciousness slowly, one sense at a time. Hearing, smell, taste. Drifting out of a slumber-like state peacefully.
Not me.
I rush into awareness like I’m bursting from underwater, gasping for air.
And the next thing to hit me?
Memories .
They burn through my mind, one after another, a flipbook of information.
It hurts. I cry out as I relive it.
Someone grabs my arm, threading their fingers through mine. They squeeze my hand, but I’m inconsolable. The truth is blinding, but I finally have answers.
I remember .
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