Chapter 34
The blessed sound of sirens filled the air with the promise of relief. Annie tried to ignore the things that she didn’t know how to react to, and focus on the things she was overwhelmingly grateful for. Her mother was alive, although out cold, her grey complexion betraying just how much stress her body was under. Annie chose to ignore the irregular pattern of her mother’s breathing that barely made her chest move, as well as the bruise that was forming on her left cheekbone where someone had hit her before abandoning her to the flames. She also chose to ignore the way Sarah was clinging to Harry so tightly, still dizzy from healing his wounds and poisoned lungs and not yet willing to let him go. All of them knew full well that it wouldn’t last. What Annie couldn’t ignore was th
