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Roan
Sharp scents assaulted me, and I wrinkled my nose, turning my face, hoping to escape them.
A rough palm pressed against my forehead, and I peeled an eyelid open to find Pa alongside me in a bath of sunlight.
Bright.
I closed my eyes again and tried to find my bearings.
“We’re in Fairbanks,” Pa said, and I forced my eyes open again, struggling to get a grip on where I was, why my brain fuzzed like a newborn chicken.
Beeps and murmured voices echoed in my ears, pulling my brow into a deep frown. “L-loud.”
He chuckled and sat back in the chair alongside me. “Too loud,” he agreed.
Fairbanks.
Annie.
I turned my head, the smooth walls and nose-stinging smells still hitting my nose letting me know where I was.
“Where’s Annie?”
“She’s at home.”
“She’s okay,” I released the wo
