Liana Nemiroff

What She Lost

Tessa struggled to open her eyes. She blinked as she focused on the unfamiliar room. Panic began to surge in her throat and every nerve in her body hummed anxiously. She pushed back the heavy gray comforter and glanced at the clock: 7:00am. Tessa felt a pang of familiarity that disintegrated a moment after she had grasped it.