Monday morning things had gone downhill, but not with her progress. The symptoms had lessened to a degree which was just shy of bearable. Her mind was suffering most at this point. Confused and restless, and explosions of irrational anger would surge through her at the most trivial things imaginable. The pillows were the main instigators here, too soft, too lumpy or too hard. She had never seen a man so out of his comfort zone trying to get the right pillow for a nit-picker who would probably find fault with sleeping on a cloud at this point. But apart from the mental struggles, she was feeling physically better as the hours passed. However, it turned out that the light at the end of the tunnel was the headlight of an oncoming train.
Olivia was half-awake already when Mason came into the
