Chapter 8
Olivia's POV
When I come to, there's the smell of disinfectant.
Eyes open. White ceiling swimming in my vision. Head's still foggy. I turn slightly and see a small figure curled up on the couch. Emma's asleep holding Mom's arm, dried tears still on her face.
Dad's sitting by the bed, holding ...
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