SOMEWHERE BETWEEN DEATH and the worst nightmare she’d ever had, Mallory woke to clean white sheets and a riot of smells. She could tell where everything was around her by the scents. Flowers on the windowsill. Water in a jug sitting on a table next to her. A small bundle of clean clothes waiting for her on a chair across from the bed.
And Garnett, sitting next to her.
She opened her eyes and wondered why the world was so bright and crisp and... vibrant. Her eyes were assaulted by everything, and she had to close them for a moment. When she opened them again it was the same, but easier to take.
It was like everything was brand new. Like someone had replaced the world while she slept. It was all amazing.
“Oh, thank God,” Garnett said to her.
His voice was a melody. Familiar, haunting, a
