Chapter 270

"Uh-huh," Cathy croaked, her voice scratchy and dry, as if it hadn't been used in ages.

Miranda finished peeling an apple and took a bite. "Does he know you're awake?"

Cathy shook her head. "No."

Miranda continued, "Now that you're up, what do you want to do?"

Miranda crunched on her apple, the sound a symphony of sweetness and crispness.

Cathy turned her head to look at Miranda, her eyes fixed on the apple in her hand. She whispered, "I want an apple."

Miranda paused, then cut a small slice and gently fed it to Cathy.

As Cathy savored the apple, tears welled up in her eyes. Her voice trembled as she said, "So sweet. Thank you."

Though Cathy had just come out of a coma, she had been aware during her time unconscious. She could hear, she could feel, but she couldn't see. She knew someone had been visiting her every once in a while, talking to her, and treating her.

what those things were that pierced her skin, she knew she was getting obviously better, her consciousness growing

she finally opened her eyes, she discovered it was Miranda. The same Miranda she had seen before. The same girl she had once helped in secret when others

had been wrongly accused of pushing her off the building. But she knew the truth. Miranda wasn't the one who

"I

help Miranda but felt lost on what to do. She had been asleep for over two years, and the world had moved on without her.

smiling. "No rush.

unsure what Miranda meant by "show", but nodded

stone

been a source of

once as loyal to Arabella as a lapdog to its owner, treating Miranda like a toy for their pranks, throwing mice onto her

Watching them writhe in emotional

was her

known as Ms. Lancaster, attended

Hawke family was there

wanted to befriend her. Meanwhile, the once-celebrated Hawke family was left in the shadows, their presence

stark contrast to their former vibrant

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