Chapter 113
Branwen opened her eyes, unsure of where she was. She couldn’t remember getting into the back of a car, and this one wasn’t one she recognized. A big sedan, the tan leather back seat bigger than either her car or John’s. The steering wheel was on the wrong side, too.
Her head felt groggy and stuffed full of cotton, like she’d had too much to drink.
The steering wheel, that was on the wrong side because they were in Wales.
Her grandmother’s birthday, the awful party.
The horrible, empty gray prison.
She wasn’t normally in the habit of losing track of herself, and this was the second time it had happened in just over a week. Of course not one thing about that week had been normal.
Movement caught her eye. Hugh walked up and put his arm around her John, both of them turned
