Between the Traumas of One Night and the Big Decisions of a New Day

Maggie’s Point Of View

I woke up with such a start that the pillow slipped off my face and fell to the floor. My chest burned, tight, as if I had run for miles. The room was completely dark, but I was sweaty—my forehead damp, the back of my neck cold, my heart beating too fast to be normal.

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