Broken Beginnings (Revised): Chapter Twenty Eight
I woke up to a piercing scream, shaking I sat up in bed, praying that everything was okay. Nadia was awake too, feeling for her cane. “Are you okay?” I asked Nadia.
“That wasn’t me, it was Tiffany.” Nadia said, turning her face to the direction she heard the cries, that had no turned into whimpers in.