Yara

I come awake slowly. My body is stiff, and my arms are aching, like I’ve somehow managed to get tangled up in them while I was sleeping, and they’re stuck behind my back. I try to move them out from under me, but I can’t. My head feels fuzzy, and it hurts. What’s going on?

‘Wake up, Yara,’ Annika says urgently.

‘I’m trying, Annika. What’s going …’

“There she is. Finally,” an angry voice says nearby. My eyes flash open. I recognize that voice. I don’t, however, ...