INDY
“When is she waking up? It has been three days already.”
The voices drifted toward me as though I were submerged beneath water. They rose and fell in waves, sometimes close enough that I could almost distinguish the faces behind them, and sometimes distant, like echoes carried by the wind through trees.
“She is so pretty,” one voice whispered in awe. “Even after being mauled by a bear, she is still so pretty.”
“Do not be ridiculous,” another voice chided gently. “Of course, she is pretty. She looks so much like her mother.”
A soft sigh followed.
“I miss that young lady.”
“She is not young anymore,” someone corrected with a small laugh. “This one is the young one. She must be her daughter, right?”
Daughter.
The word pierced through the fog clouding my mind.
My body felt hea
