Chapter 14 ~ December 22 Not a Creature was StirringCamelia woke with a start, disoriented and hungover. Again. She rolled over and realized she was home. Sort of. She never felt truly at ease anywhere these days, but at least they were in Regina, a thousand miles from the daily pressures of Phoenix.
She tapped her phone to see the time: 5:47 a.m. The house was dark and quiet, and daylight wasn’t yet peeking in the window. Camelia should have been able to relax, sleep in, breathe. But it didn’t seem to matter how tired she was, her internal clock didn’t care. Leon was sleeping soundly beside her and her daughter and son-in-law were upstairs. She quietly slid out of bed and felt around for her robe.
Camelia tiptoed to the living room and fumbled for the switch. An ultramodern floor lamp l
