11
I woke up with a blazing headache and groaned. Immediately, I felt a hand on my forehead. “Thank goodness, Harvey. You gave me quite the scare.”
“Mom? You’re okay?” I tried to sit up but the flash of pain from my forehead sent me back down to the floor.
“Of course I’m okay. He didn’t hit me in the head with a shovel.”
“I got hit with a shovel? I don’t remember that.” I reached up and felt the knot at the back of my head.
“You wouldn’t, I expect.” She laid her cool hands on my neck. “Just lie still. Here, put your head in my lap.” She slid her thigh up under my head, and I turned so that my cheek rested against her leg.
“Where are we?” I asked as I tried to look around from where I was lying.
“That building where he put the truck.” I could just make out its outline in front of me.
