Chapter 21Late at night, or at very early dawn, Mary Grant woke up in a strange, cold and unpleasant bed. It was dark and she could hear whispers somewhere in the background. Her legs, back and head were aching, she was sweaty and her loose nightgown was sticking to her body. She moved and pulled the quilt down. She sat up abruptly and looked fearfully into the darkness that was gathering in the corners of the room.
“Albert!” she screamed, horrified, before she realized where she was and what had happened.
She has been there once before. She closed her eyes and pressed her hands tightly to her temples as if it were all meant to be a dream – a long nightmare, not a gloomy reality. She had remained in this position for a few moments until the nun entered the hospital room.
“Miss Grant? Is
