Chapter Twelve
Breathe in, breathe out. Mel stared at the ceiling, watching as it brightened, and willed away the dull ache of the headache and the twinge of nausea. It wasn’t fair to have a hangover with absolutely nothing to show for it.
She may have slept a bit, out of sheer exhaustion, but sometime in the early hours she had awakened. Someone in the house had been having a restless night, and suspecting it was Daniel, she had reached out to be certain.
Sorrow and loss. Resignation and defeat. Anger and something like awe. She had tossed and turned herself, wondering what was causing him so much pain, and grappling with the temptation to ease out of bed and get closer to his room so that she could reach out and quiet that frantic pulse of emotions. But her better judgment had won out
