Kimberly’s eyes fluttered open but a bright light caused her to shut them back.

“What’s that?” She wondered, trying to open her eyes again.

She repeated the process three times before her eyes adjusted to the bright light. She glanced at her surrounding, trying to figure out where she was.

Where the hell I’m I? This isn’t my bedroom, neither is it Roy’s or Hugh’s.

Her heartbeat quickens at the thought of those two names, as the memories of the war came flooding back making it difficult for her to breathe. The sound of something beeping and her dad rushing to her side, pressing a button with a worried look...