Chapter Twenty-Eight
Once my story had been told and told again, I cried myself to sleep. It was something I hadn’t done since my parents died. The tears scorched my cheeks but I welcomed their pleasant diversion from the bitter, savage chill that nipped at my bones.
When I dreamt, it wasn’t of the horrors I’d witnessed or the pain I now felt. It was of sunshine kisses…of smiling faces…and laughter. Images filtered by on a hazy cloud, like random snapshots in a photo album. The past danced with the present and mingled with unrecognizable fragments. The future, perhaps? All I knew was that I felt safe and as long as I stayed, nothing would threaten to steal my warmth, ever again.
Something told me I couldn’t stay locked in my cocoon forever and once the images had melted away, I emerged
