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I was woken up by the sound of the wind. I slowly opened my eyes, blinking confusedly as I didn’t recognise my surroundings. The beige walls and grand furniture seemed so surreal, and it took a while before I remembered where I was.
Rosewood Manor. I was still in Aunt Margaret’s house.
I laid back down and stared at the ceiling, still unable to wrap my head around how we’d gotten here. Everything was happening so fast, and I couldn’t believe how quickly I’d gone from sneaking into a warehouse to rescue who I thought was my dad to lying in a plush bed and listening to the sound of peacocks frolicking about outside the window.
Life really comes at you fast.
In spite of all this, however, in spite of the fact that we were finally safe, I still couldn’t bring myself to enjoy it fu
