CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
Reid regained consciousness slowly. There was an intense headache at the front of his skull and he wasn’t sure where he was. He had been dreaming—if he could call it that. He had heard his daughters’ voices, happy and giggling. He’d heard sounds of waves gently crashing on the surf. He heard Kate’s light, wonderful laughter, and then a slight nervous edge to her voice as she called out to Maya to watch her footing on the breakwater. He heard all the sounds of a family outing to the shore from years earlier, but he saw nothing. Only darkness. It was as if he was blind. He desperately wished to see the delighted faces of his girls, the content smile on Kate’s lips. But he saw nothing, just black.
Then he woke, and his head throbbed, and he forgot for a moment where he wa
