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CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Floating

T here were flashes of awareness.

A blurry outline of a police officer leaning over me.

The high-pitched whirring of the siren in the ambulance.

A room with bright lights that smelt of antiseptic.

People peering down at me. Mum. Father Shannon. Sandra. Brad.

I had no strength to show them that I knew they were there. I had nothing more to give.

I let the darkness hold me under for a little longer. I wasn’t ready to face the real world just yet.