POV: Breanna
I wake up feeling dehydrated, my mouth is dry and rough.
I open my eyes carefully because of the light, look around and see my mother sitting with a book in her hand, looking tired.
Luca, Jonathan and Alexander are sleeping in the corner of the room, on a couch.
"Hi," I say quietly, not wanting to wake the boys.
My mother looks at me and lets out a sigh of relief.
She gets up and strokes my head affectionately.
"How are you feeling?" she asks me, and I still feel a little drugged.
"Confused," I say and close my eyes to try to get my bearings on what happened.
"Rest, we'll be home soon," my mother says calmly.
I keep my eyes closed for hours, I can't go back to sleep because I can still smell the burning in my nose and hear the screams of the other people in the resta
