Honey
I woke up and looked around me. I was in my bedroom. Glancing over to my left, I saw two figures sitting beside my bed.
"Welcome back," Connor said, as he leaned forward resting his forearms on the edge of my bed. "How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Warm now," I replied. My voice sounded scratchy on account of my throat being dry.
"You had me worried there for a while," he said.
"Me too. I was scared out there. I was so cold," I told him.
"I know that it must have been a very frightening experience for you. But you are safe now, and that is what matters," he replied.
"Honey, do you remember me?" a second voice asked.
I looked at the woman who had spoken. I remembered her from the morning when we had first arrived here.
"Yes, you are Cristi's mom," I replied.
"That's right," she said, smiling at me.
