Dragging herself out of the fog of sleep felt like a swim through molasses. With her groggy brain and heavy limbs that she could hardly move, or want to move for that matter. Nadiya wasn’t sure how long she had been sleeping, but it had clearly not been enough because her body still felt dead with weariness.
Which begged the question: why was she awake?
Looking for answers, she finally opened her eyes and blinked at the orange-violet glow in the room, streaming in through the open curtains. Sunset, she realized with a sad sign. The day was ending, and she didn’t have her daughter back yet. The thought made her insides clench painfully until she thought she would throw up.
Nadiya quickly squeezed her eyes shut and buried her face in what she suddenly realized was warm skin and not a pil
