When a woman moves into the sleepy town, it rouses everyone's tongues to start wagging. She is strange and distant in her manner. Tia Frost is blissfully unaware of the townsfolk's discomfort with her. With Burt at her side, she wonders about the wo...
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A warm hand squeezed mine. Maverick? It's got to be him... am I still at home? The hand squeezed mine again. "Come on Tia. Wake up for me." Maverick's voice whispered to me.
No this is too soft to be the floor. I don't hurt as much. "Please wake up Tia. I need you. Tobin needs you."
Tobin! He's... right here... I feel him. "That's it, Tia. I know you can hear me."
I can hear you Maverick, but my body's not answering me.
"Do that again.... yes that's it. You see she is waking up."
Waking up? I'm not asleep. "She's moving but..."
What's going on? Why didn't that man finish his sentence? His hand is still there... maybe if I concentrate on it. "Tia!"
Maverick I'm here you don't need to shout. "You see she's holding my hand now."
"Yes I see it but it could be just a spasm."
Spasm? Not a chance. "Tia he's not convinced. They are trying to take Tobin."
They want to take Tobin! No, they can't! Come on Tia speak. A moan escaped me as I tried to speak. A flash of light as I tried to open my eyes.
"You see she's trying, so give her time."
"We don't have time. The boy's father wants him back, and there's no evidence to say he was in the cult."
Ouch, Tobin that.. "hurts."
What's wrong? Why is the room silent? "Tia? What did you say?"
"Tobin.." that hurts.
"OK, there's no denying that."
Tobin "don't cry."
"Tia it's so good to hear your voice."
Maverick are you crying? "I'll get someone."
"Mum.. they want me to go back to him..."
Not if I have anything to do with it! "Can you open your eyes for me, Tia?"
I want to Maverick... but it's "bright."
"I know, it's daytime. I can close the blinds." I felt him pull at my arm. "There it's darker."
I opened my eyes slowly. Maverick smiled and squeezed my hand. I squeezed back. "There you are."
He moved and kissed my forehead. "Mum!" I looked down at Tobin.
I move my other arm to rest over him. It felt heavy and alien to me. "Tobin... don't cry." He gripped me tighter. "Ahh!"
"Be gentle Tobin. She's still got stitches."
Maverick offered me a straw. I drank the water. Why does my mouth feel like I haven't drunk in days?
