Terrie’s head snapped up as soon as her chin hit her chest for the thirtieth time that night.
She was determined to stay awake, huddled in the corner of the room. But the pain of her freezing body and the discomfort of her mind would not let her near the warmth that was radiating from the sleeping man on the mat.
It would have been so simple to crawl over onto the mat and just lay down. But once she sat on the laid comforters, her mind wouldn’t allow her to relax even a little bit. She kept imagining the images of the man who last lay next to her. A man she didn’t know and couldn’t remember ever meeting before waking up to his dead body the very next morning.
She went to move, flexing her fingers first and seizing at the pain in her joints. After that shot of excruciating pain, she de
