CHAPTER 55
Grace was awake, but numb.
Numb to the brilliant island sun, numb to the conversation around her, numb to everything. Anything she ate turned to dust in her mouth and nothing but water could wash the dust away. If anyone offered her anything else she didn’t want it. The taste of any kind of flavored drink made her gag.
“Are you sure you’re not sick?” Ronnie asked, worry washing out her normally happy expression.
Grace waved her concerns away weakly. “I’m just a little tired.”
She wasn’t lying. Grace hadn’t slept all night. Torn between worrying that something horrible had happened to Lincoln to being furious that he had ignored her to being riddled with guilt for not arriving when he expected and, perhaps, making him think she wasn’t coming at all.
“You need to get your re
