Graeme awoke in the bed in his parents' home. He immediately felt the space next to himself where August would lay, but it was vacant. She was not here. She had just been with him, but now it was like a dream—a dream that had not lasted long enough.
"Moon," he whispered, his hand going limp in the space where she should be.
"You are awake," Maggie gasped and stood up from the chair where she had been sitting watch for days next to him.
He had been in such a deep slumber that she would have truly worried had Greta not assured her that this was not the first time it had happened. Apparently Greta was right and this was how he healed, because he appeared as good as new now.
"How do you feel?" she hurried to the bedside and clasped her hands together in front of her, unsure of whether she should hug him like she wanted to or not.
