
Asteria’s POV
The morning sun filtered softly through my curtains as I finished tying my shoelaces. Today, we were going to the hospital. Demi had insisted we get my head checked—to make sure everything was healing properly after the accident.
Asteria’s POV
The morning sun filtered softly through my curtains as I finished tying my shoelaces. Today, we were going to the hospital. Demi had insisted we get my head checked—to make sure everything was healing properly after the accident.
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