Chapter 58 Troubled Dreams And Troubling Fathers

• Warmth against my curled fist pulled me from troubled dreams. My eyes fluttered open to find Roland’s figure beside the bed, and glanced at his hand atop my own. Steam rose from what seemed to be a cup of coffee in his other hand, the rich aroma filling the air.
• I sat upright, pulling my hand in reflex. “What are you doing here?”
• Those vibrant eyes locked onto mine, studying my face before his lips blossomed into a gentle smile. “You were crying in your sleep. Even shouting.” He set his coffee down on the nightstand. “I came to check on you early this morning, found you tossing and turning. Crying.”