With a cup of espresso in hand, Jane looked out the bay window as rays of orange peeked out of the horizon, meeting the dark sky of the early dawn. It was much too early to be up, but the nightmares had kept her tossing despite the luxurious bed in her hotel suite. It was the same nightmare she’d had ever since the plane crash: the trembling of the plane, the screams, the heat, the smoke, the feeling of suffocation. As time passed, she had the dreams less often. Strange that, over the last few weeks, the dreams had increased in frequency.
“What are you doing up this early? Our flight to Washington doesn’t leave for another few hours.”
Jane turned in her chair. “Since I couldn’t sleep, I thought I might as well get up and start my day early.” She eyed Luke as he placed a couple of files o
