***Yara***
The world around me was a haze of confusion and disorientation as I slowly regained consciousness. My ears rang with the sounds of arguing, the voices of two males rising and falling like the tide. I blinked a few times, trying to clear the fog from my mind, and the first thing I noticed was the soft, damp ground beneath me. The scent of earth and trees filled the air, mingling with the faint aroma of pine.
As I turned my head slightly, I caught a glimpse of a tree silhouetted against the vibrant hues of the sunset. The orange and pink colors painted the sky, a stark contrast to the chaos I felt swirling in my mind. I tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over me, forcing me to remain still.
“You could have killed us, Michael!” Flynn’s voice was laced with an anger
