C67 Chapter 67

The sterile smell of antiseptic assaulted my senses as I blinked groggily, trying to make sense of my surroundings.

My head throbbed with a dull ache, and a sense of disorientation clouded my thoughts.

Memories flooded back in confused fragments—the blur of faces, the agonizing realization of my lost child.

I awoke from a dream so vivid, so achingly beautiful