Chapter 36 The Truth Between Us
- I wake slowly, as if sleep is something thick and warm I have to push through before I can reach the surface.
- For one confused second, nothing makes sense. The sheets are too smooth beneath my skin. The mattress is too wide. The room smells faintly of rain, clean linen, and a trace of cedar that does something unsettling to my pulse before I even open my eyes properly.
- Then memory comes back all at once.