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It had been eleven days since Mom and Keith pretty much left us here, and somehow, meaning we had three days left till we returned back to civilization...
Three days till freedom.
The thought nearly brought tears of joy to my eyes.
I was curled up on the couch by the fire, wrapped in a blanket with a book in my lap. The flames were crackling lazily, casting soft golden and orange hues around the room. I'd been staring at the same paragraph for five minutes, and the words just wouldn't stick. The story was some dramatic historical romance—it wasn't really my thing. I preferred fantasy and adventure, stories that took me away from my reality. This one was just making me drowsy.
With a groan, I tossed the book onto the coffee table and stretched my arms. "I swear, if I read one more word about a duke's mysterious longing, I'll pull my hair out."
