Chapter 63

• Evanna looked to see the other bed empty. She sat up. How long had she been asleep? Leaning over, she moved the curtain and looked outside, it looked like early morning. That shift had been hard. Frowning, she looked around for the journal, she was sure it had been on the table between the beds.
• Getting up, she stood there for a moment trying to assess how she felt. There were no sharp pains in her head. Those painkillers were something else. She started for the door and then glanced down to see she was wearing a pink shirt that went to her knees. Leah had been out. Deciding the pink would be acceptable until after she had coffee, she went out into the little kitchen area.
• The coffee maker was nothing like her brewing it at home, this was faster, and the taste was more consistent. Home? Where was that now? She’d have to think about that. She was okay with being here, but it didn’t feel like home.