Someone gave my arm a gentle shake. “Hey, we’re almost there.”
I drew a quick breath and felt fabric rushing into my mouth. Why is my face covered? A shroud!
Why is my face covered?A shroud!I squirmed and my eyes flew open to find, not a white sheet but geometric patterns. Blinking repeatedly, I pawed at the bunched-up blanket. I had to escape! Panting, I struggled toward the blanket’s edge.
I sat up and turned to find Wendy peering at me, concern on her sunburned and freckled face. She went to squeeze my shoulder, but my body curled into itself before I could stop the knee-jerk response to her touch.
“No! Don’t—” I began, but then covered my mouth. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” She removed her hand and gave me a gentle smile. Then, jerking her head toward the girls who were splayed out in v
