Flashback ( PDFDrive )

THIRTY
SHOULD YOU BE LYING LIKE that?” Edaline asked when she came to
tuck Sophie in.
“Probably not,” Sophie admitted. But she couldn’t bring herself to
shift from her current position: limbs stretched out like a starfish
across the top of her humongous bed.
After weeks confined to a narrow cot, she was soaking up all the
space she could get.
“How about we prop you up and support that arm?” Edaline
suggested, which was definitely not what Sophie wanted, and Edaline
seemed to know that. “Okay, what if I remind you that sitting up will
make it easier for you to cuddle with the little friend I brought?”
She held up the tiny cage she’d been hiding behind her back—
Iggy’s cage—and Sophie relented, slowly pulling herself into a
position more like the one she’d been stuck sitting in for days and
days as Edaline set the tiny imp free, and he flitted to Sophie’s lap.
Iggy’s squeaky purr filled the room as he nuzzled against her
fingers while she stroked his soft fur—which was not the color Sophie
remembered it being.
“I’m assuming Dex was here?” she asked, admiring Iggy’s bright
yellow fluff, which sparkled like he’d been coated in a thick layer of
glitter.