Abby’s POV
I woke up feeling like I had risen from the dead. I knew the doctor said the shot might knock me out, but I wasn’t expecting to be completely out for the count. As I looked around the room, both doors were shut, and that creeping feeling of unease slammed into me. Shaking it off, I decided to get myself presentable before my aunt arrived. I honestly didn’t know what to expect with Burnt waking up today.
Rummaging through the closet, I picked out a pair of jeans and a blouse before heading to the shower. Once I felt presentable, I knocked on my parents' door and turned the knob. To my surprise, an unfamiliar voice greeted me.
“Good morning, starshine.”
I looked up to see a woman who resembled my mom but with subtle differences—her hair was a lighter shade with a reddish tint,
