“Momma,” Bryony’s sweet voice called out from behind me. Smoke was coming from the toaster behind her, and I moved quickly to jerk the plug out of the wall before things got worse. The pot on the floor had been full of uncooked oats and milk, which were now splattered on the tile floor. My grandmamma was standing at the sink with a frantic look on her face.
Another crash happened just as I turned the corner into the kitchen. A million things ran through my mind as I went the short distance. Jumping up, I ran through the already open door of my bedroom and sprinted toward the kitchen. Her sweet blond curls and big blue eyes were what normally met me when I opened my eyes.
Something was burning and Bryony wasn’t in bed beside me. The crash from the kitchen jerked me out of my dreams and into reality.
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