The air around me hummed, the sound ringing in my ears. Where am I? What happened? Images flashed through my mind. Mom suspended in the air, Grandma trapped. I gasped and forced my eyes open. My vision was blurred, my throat dry and raw as I swallowed. I was in my bed.
“She’s waking.”
“Mom?” I croaked, turning my head toward her voice.
“It’s okay, Clara. Take it easy,” she said, holding a glass of water to my lips.
The coolness of the liquid eased the pain in my throat. I tried to sit up, but my head hurt. I groaned. “What happened?”
“You did great, Clara. You saved us.”
“Grandma?”
“Yes, dear. I’m here.” Grandma stepped into my line of vision. She was okay. They both were. Tears filled my eyes and slipped down my cheeks. Relief, I guessed, or maybe just a natural reaction. We were
