Tracy’s eyes slowly opened.
At first everything looked blurry. The ceiling above her seemed unfamiliar, and the dim orange glow of firelight flickered across the clay walls of the room. Her breathing was uneven as she tried to understand where she was.
She blinked several times.
Then her vision slowly cleared.
Shapes began to form around her.
People.
Several figures were standing inside the room watching her quietly.
Kiara stood beside the bed.
Mama Mira stood near a small wooden table with her cloth bag of herbs resting beside her.
A few villagers stood silently near the doorway.
Then Tracy’s eyes moved again.
They stopped on me.
Shock instantly filled her face.
“Konin…”
Her voice was weak but clear.
Memories began crashing back into her mind all at once.
“The beach… the b
