When Mary’s eyes fluttered open, the first face she saw was Kathleen’s, her daughter’s warm brown eyes a pool of liquid concern.
‘Mum?’
‘I’m alright,’ said Mary and tried to sit up.
‘No, you’re not,’ said Kathleen.
Mary closed her eyes and opened them again, trying to focus. It was then she saw Rose and another, blurrier fig…
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