Chapter 55
“Ceinwen, you’re having a nightmare. Ceinwen! Wake up!”
She gasped, and opened her eyes to discover that she was in her room, in her bed. Michael switched on the lamp. He was standing over her, a worried frown on his face.
Images from moments earlier came back to her, horrible, frightening images. She rolled to the edge of the bed, reached for a small wastebasket on the floor beside it and threw up. Her stomach kept heaving, over and over, until it felt emptied of all the horror she had seen and felt and endured.
Michael gave her a wet washcloth for her face, and then he removed the wastebasket to the bathroom.
She lay back on the bed.
He gently brushed her hair back off her face and sat beside her. “Are you sick? Do you need a doctor?”
“No. I’ll be fine. Something … upse
