Samantha
Samantha woke slowly as sunlight filtered through the curtains and stretched across the unfamiliar bedroom. For a few brief moments she remained perfectly still, staring at the ceiling while her mind struggled to catch up with reality. The sounds drifting through the floor beneath her were becoming familiar now—the distant whine of power tools, the muffled rumble of voices, and the occasional burst of laughter from somewhere inside Davidson Cycle Works. A week ago those sounds would have meant nothing to her. This morning they felt oddly comforting.
The realization unsettled her.
She rolled onto her side and pulled the blanket closer, staring at the dresser across the room. A phantom ache flared in her jaw, and a wave of heat rushed up her neck as her mind forcefully dragged he
