Chapter 3
After a night of dreams filled with turbulent images of disease and plague-ridden cities as she hurtled uncontrollably through time, Emilia trudged wearily into the kitchen the next morning much later than was her norm. She was exhausted, so less than pleased to see Seb sitting at the table reading the paper.
Mindful of what David had revealed the previous night, she attempted a cheerful greeting. ‘Morning, Seb.’
A grunt was his only reply.
‘You’re up bright and early,’ she persevered.
‘Some of us have better things to do than lie in bed all day,’ he muttered with a pointed look at the clock. It was coming on ten thirty.
‘It was a late night and a day filled with…’ she hesitated. How exactly did she describe what yesterday had been like? ‘…disturbing revelations.’
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