CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
Janice Saunders could feel the migraine coiling around the inner workings of her head, tightening its grip like a python. She felt it behind her right eye first, as usual. But it was stretching out to the back and then around the base of her skull. She’d had enough of them to know what was coming and was glad that her work day was over. She was walking up the steps to her porch when she felt the first real pangs of the migraine hit and her thoughts instantly turned to the ibuprofen in her medicine cabinet and the peppermint essential oil on her bedside table.
The headaches were a result of her job. As if the stress of putting together those stupid pointless government proposals wasn’t bad enough, staring at a computer screen for eight to ten hours straight was certainl
