Chapter 31Sylvia woke up the next morning with the dawn. The light was creeping round the bedroom curtains cautiously. In much the same way, she took care opening her eyes, testing to see whether it would bring the stabbing pain back to her head.
She was fine. Nothing remained but the sensory memory of the pain, an empty space behind her brow and down into her cheek.
She sighed. So tedious.
She swung her legs out from under the covers and sat up, feet on the floor. Her head swam a little, but she was in one piece. She had her pyjamas on. Lucy must have helped her. She could vaguely remember Walter giving her some aspirin and a drink…laudanum? She’d have to have a word with him about that, she’d rather not have the stuff…and then nothing. Well, sleeping it off was always the best bet and
