Chapter 27
The mattress cradled Heaven as she studied her temporary room. Her restless soul had kept her tossing and turning until dawn. So had hearing Layne’s voice. How they’d had a conversation remained a mystery. She’d lost count of the passing hours as she lay here, second-guessing whether it had even happened. The rest of the night, she’d clung to their connection, a connection which had helped her take each breath when the weight of her heart kept her pinned to the bed.
The horizon no longer hid the sun. It lit up her room, casting warm rays over the floor and walls. It was nothing compared to the heat flowing from her expanded mark. She lowered her eyes to her right arm and traced the lines, which increased the heat the tattoo produced. Its rusty color had turned to vibrant hues
