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Faith
“Faith, can you hear me? Faith.”
His voice echoes in my mind, and when I open my eyes, I almost expect to see him. “Tate?” The relief I feel is almost overwhelming, but then reality sets in.
“Thank f*****g God. You’re awake. Are you okay?” he asks, his voice pained.
Sitting up, it takes a few seconds for my eyes to clear, and when they do, I see I’m not alone. “I’m fine, but I’m not alone. Tia’s here in whatever room I’m in. I have no clue where I’m at. Are you okay?” Everything comes flooding back. Florida. Killian. Seeing Tate unresponsive on the floor in the kitchen.
“I’m fine. Your brother and Micah are with me.”
Sitting across the room at the window seat and reading a book is Tia. She looks over at me and smiles as she shuts her book and walks toward me. Wearing a yell
