Teresa

“…at long last. Yesterday still feels like a dream,” Lynch’s voice drifted through my consciousness. I felt a blanket covering me, and the bed I was lying on felt way too comfortable.

I was not in the grey room. Then, where was I?

I opened my eyes, and the sunrays through the window attacked my gaze briefly. Every part of me felt weak. I couldn’t even lift a finger. What happened to me? Was this a dream?

“She’s awake,” Bennett called.

In an instant, three ...