Chapter FourteenHer sleep, punctuated by dreams, was restless. The face, the skull, came to her out of the darkness. Its mouth hung open and from it wriggled worms, long and black. Snapping her eyes open, she sat upright, throwing the covers back, drenched in sweat. She remained like that for a long time until the dawn broke through her curtains and she had the courage to get up. The light made her feel braver, but the fear didn't pass.
She showered, changed into her work clothes, and took Scruffy for a walk. Breakfast, something she couldn't face, would be taken later. Right now she simply needed to get out of that flat, take fresh air into her lungs, clear her head.
The walk took her somewhere she had never visited before. A little lake, set back from the road. Someone was fishing ther
