THE NEXT DAY SHE TOOK her mother home, cleaned her house, did some shopping for her and talked until she couldn’t talk anymore. After they’d had dinner together, Emily got in her car and drove the four hours back home.
She was so relieved that her mother was all right, she could actually feel the tension in her muscles starting to slip away, giving her no anchor to hold onto.
When she arrived home around midnight, her exhaustion was such a complete thing that she crawled into bed and didn’t surface for a full thirteen hours.
When she awoke, her head still ached and her belly burned with hunger. It was Saturday, but she couldn’t possibly go into Eleanor’s House today. She sent a quick message off to Cindy and promised to pop in tomorrow, once she’d rested. For herself, she needed to find
