Past the guest room door, I could hear people moving in the hall, heading for the kitchen and the breakfast I could already smell below. I’d barely slept. The ocean had been there every time I closed my eyes, sending me gasping back to reality with my hands clutching at my legs in case they’d changed. It hadn’t taken long for me to stop lying down, and to sit instead with my back pressed to the headboard and my legs hugged tightly to my chest, while my hands rubbed them intermittently to make sure my skin stayed the same. It’d made for a long night. In the other bed, Baylie drew a breath and then rolled over. Her eyes opened and came to rest on me. Her brow furrowed. “Morning,” she said. “You okay?” I nodded. “Just couldn’t sleep.” Pushing the blankets away, I climbed from the bed. I could feel her watching me. “Bad dreams?” she asked. “Something like that.” I pulled my clothes from my bag. Blankets rustled behind me as she moved to do the same. “Okay,”
