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A cacophony of noises greeted me as I woke.
I groaned. My whole body felt like it’d been crushed for a day or two. At least there weren’t any sharp pains. I likely hadn’t broken anything then.
With a great deal of reluctance, I opened my eyes, annoyed to find them far drier than they should be.
Glancing around, it took me a moment to realise that Mama wouldn’t actually be here. That she’d been a figment of my concussed imagination. A rumble of sadness travelled through me, threatening to break me apart into dozens of little pieces all over again.
“You’re awake,” a relieved voice said.
Carefully, I turned my head to the side. Tamsin’s features were pinched with worry and guilt surged through me as the memories resurfaced. If I’d known how to shift, I could have avoided this. I woul
