Mary's POV
"Your shoulder is healing well, but you need to rest."
Juniper changed my bandages for the third time that day. We were back at Owen's estate, having escaped Colorado three days ago. Most of the freed prisoners were in safe houses across the territory. Natalie's family was reunited and under protection.
And my mother was in the medical wing, still unconscious but stable.
"I can't rest. I need to see her. Need to be there when she wakes up."
"You've been there every day. Sitting beside her bed for hours. Owen practically has to drag you away to eat." Juniper finished bandaging and sat back. "Mary, she might not remember you. Twenty years of corruption could have damaged her memories permanently."
"I know. But I have to try. She's my mother. The woman who died protecting me.
