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I woke up to the incessant beeping of a machine. My head throbbed terribly, but the pain in my heart was far more unbearable.
“You’re awake, child,” Grandma exclaimed, rushing to my side. Juliane stepped forward to examine me.
“How are you feeling, Luna?” she asked.
“I’m fine,” I lied. I wasn’t fine. The pain was excruciating, but they didn’t need to know that. It wasn’t a physical wound; it was an emotional one. I would have to endure it on my own.
“I was so worried about you, my child. You’ve been asleep for the past twenty-four hours,” Grandma said, tears glistening in her eyes. What? Had I really been unconscious for that long?
“I called your grandmother after Owen brought you here. I didn’t want her to worry,” Juliane explained. She had finished examining me and was now stud
