The next morning, the back of her neck and shoulders where she’d hit the door hurt to the point where she could barely move her head and arms. It took her nearly three times as long to get dressed as it normally would, and even after she was done, the fabric of her blouse irritated her skin. Cressa knew she had one major welt, but without a hand mirror, she couldn’t tell how bad it was. Touching it gently with her fingertips confirmed the heat it was giving off.
“Myles, where are you? What I wouldn’t give to have you look at it. Maybe put a little ointment on it to stop the burning. Or give me a pill or something to lessen the sting.” She winced. Wrong move. Thinking of him brought back the longing with a vengeance, and tears sprang into her eyes. “It’s because I’m hurting,” she argued wi
