“Hey, wake up… miss?”

“Are you sure she’s alive?”

The voices sounded distant, almost like whispers. I tried to open my eyes, but the sunlight was too bright, making them ache.

My head throbbed as I struggled to remember what had happened.

“Are you alright, miss?” the voice came again, clearer this time. I glanced around and realized I was lying on a bed in the middle of an open field.

Memories began flooding back. I had escaped my father’s men. Granch had helped Daryl and me run. Speaking of my son—where was he?

My eyes flew open as panic surged through me. I sat up, frantically searching. “My baby!...