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“How did you get here?” she asked, trying to sit up. “Is my mom or Tiny here?”
I shook my head. “Just me. Are you okay?”
“I’ve been better. Where have you been?”
I gave her a rundown of what I’d been doing the last few days, including how I’d ran into Nora. “So, obviously, I haven’t seen anyone else in the group.”
“Nora, huh? I can’t believe she survived and was taken to the same facility where you were held. What are the chances of that?”
“I know, I still can’t believe it. You know,” I said, “this entire thing seems more and more like a bad dream.”
“Well, wake up then. This dream of yours hurts.”
I smiled, bitterly. “I wish it were that easy.”
She closed her eyes and nodded. I could tell from the expression on her face that she was in a lot of pain.
“What happened? How did yo
