Georgia's body was numb, her breath shallow. She was falling, deep, heavy, sinking into nothingness. But something yanked her back. A sound. Small, fragile cries.
Her babies.
Her eyes snapped open, her vision blurring before sharpening again. The wooden ceiling above her swayed, and for a second, she didn't know where she was.
Then the pain hit.
Her entire body ached, like she had been trampled by a pack of wolves. Her arms felt weak, trembling as she pushed herself up. The weight in her lap shifted, and she looked down.
Three tiny bundles.
Her heart clenched.
They were safe.
A choked sob rose in her throat as she touched each of their faces, their warmth grounding her. She had survived. They had survived.
"Georgia!"
Anna's voice was shar
