IN THE MORNING KALI woke with another raging headache. Different this time than the last. Worse. The pressure was there, that weird feeling like her brain was trying to explode. But along with it was an old familiar ache. Her head was foggy. Her vision was foggy. Her mouth tasted like cotton balls.
She wouldn't call in sick. Not for a malady of her own creation. Mostly of her own creation.
Theo had woken three times in the night, whimpering and shaking from the nightmares. She flicked off the alarm and checked on him. He was sleeping soundly now. She tiptoed out of the room. The sight of Lincoln's closed door brought it all back. Her rage. Her stupidity. The possibility that she may have destroyed the safe haven they had here.
The urge to go to him, apologize, returned. She stood with h
