My eyes open in what I can only describe as slow motion. The feeling of sleep and grogginess fade, like water off a duck's back. The room was filled with warm light, not fluorescent. The soft sound of tapping to my far left became softer and more comforting.
I was home.
I dragged my body up and took in my surroundings. I woke up on the couch of my uncle and I's two bedroom apartment. The tapping becoming part of the room.
I was home.
The vibe was warm and welcoming. My trip to germany was over. I was back at-
home, in sunny California
YOU ARE READING
Becoming Grace.
Mystery / ThrillerGrace had a chance to live. So where was vally's? All characters are mine. All are written by me.
