“Please,” she said out, so low that it was like she did not speak at all.
Treasure slept right there by the front door, curled up like a ball, tears dried up on her face. She awoke early the next morning, astonished that she had slept on the floor. She pulled herself up, stretching her stiff limbs, and went to the bedroom to remove her clothes and have a quick, hot bath.
It was while she was making breakfast she realised something. She had slept all through the night. She was not awoken by a nightmare. In fact, she did not feel like she had slept eight hours straight on the hard ground. Her body did not hurt.
She mused. Never, in three years, had she slept without having a nightmare. Not once. She waved the thoughts aside and finished preparing the rice. As she ate, she remembered she h
