CHAPTER TWELVE

Garrett gasped as he jerked up in bed.

“Ember!” He cried, breathing heavily.

But something was off, he couldn’t put his finger on it. He looked around the room, his old desk standing in the corner with the second hand computer on the second hand desk with the second hand broken chair his mother bought so he could do his school work, the chequered curtains that he always hated closed, the pictures of different bands with wild, crazy hairstyles and black leather outfits, the room was dirty with clothes everywhere, really faded jeans and extra long t-shirts and that favourite jacket he used to love but lost. And then it dawned on him. He was in his old room. In his parents house. In his old town. He couldn’t remember visiting. Why would he visit? He...

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