Her eyes were open and staring at a foreign ceiling for what felt like a long time before consciousness truly returned. Kenna looked around slowly. She lay in a country-style bedroom, tucked in under a hand-knitted quilt. Sunlight drifted in from three windows. The room appeared awkwardly shaped. Like a converted attic. Nothing hurt.
Until she decided to move.
Bad idea. Rolling into a fetal position, she let out a loud groan and squeezed her eyes closed. “Oh, God.”
It took several minutes before Ken could open them again. When she finally did, her vision focused on a small note with the words “Take these.—Dad,” scrawled across. Sharp pain arched through her back as she craned her head. There were two large pills sitting in a small glass next to an unopened bottle of water. She eyed the
