CHAPTER 22
DINNER CONVERSATION
Next thing Shea remembered, Rory was shaking her awake. “Time for dinner.”
Shea’s fatigue had only deepened. When she sat up, the room spun like a carnival ride. Her limbs felt as if made of lead. “Where’s Indigo?”
“Who?”
“Uh, I mean, Zia. She was supposed to wake me.”
“I’m not sure. You feeling all right?”
Shea sniffled. “Might be coming down with something.”
“Or coming off something. Dr. Linda mentioned you’d been hooked on prescription pain meds.”
“I’m not hooked. I was taking them for the very real pain in my leg from my very real motorcycle accident.”
“Either way, cold-like symptoms are often a sign of withdrawal.”
Shea had a vague memory of when she briefly reunited with her sister Wendy. She had exhibited the same symptoms when she was jones
