Chapter Eleven
Kim Medhurst
Kim woke, immediately disorientated yet feeling utterly safe at the same time. Where was she? And why the hell was it so quiet? London was never this quiet. She cracked her eyelids open and peered around the room, which just confused her all the more. It was clean, and comfortable enough, but it looked more like a dormitory of sorts than a bedroom, with its multiple single beds and storage units.
That was when it hit her. Everything came rushing back in a maelstrom of memories and emotions which had her snatching the fresh-smelling covers back over her head and burrowing into the pillows and mattress, her eyes squeezed tightly shut.
My God—did that really happen? Did I really and truly start walking the path I’ve been aiming for for years, only to have it bl
