Chapter 88 — The Edge of Time

The first sound she remembered was the rhythmic beep of a monitor.

Soft voices whispered near her ear, one anxious, one trembling.

“Oh my goodness… Isla, sweetie.”

Her eyelids fluttered. Light stabbed at her vision. When she turned her head, two blurred figures swam into focus.

“Mom? Dad?” Her t...

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