She commanded her arms and legs to move and they obeyed, thrashing in all directions. Her hand smacked something. A loud crash followed. Instinct rolled her into a crouch. She fell off an edge and landed on a hard surface. Her head erupted in pain and she strangled back a cry. Where am I? What crashed? Why is it so dark? Her hand reached out, searching for a weapon, any weapon. She touched something cold and firm and wrapped her fingers around a curved shape. A base. To a lamp. Memory flooded back. She was in the cottage where she had collapsed after returning from dinner at the Estradas. She had knocked over the bedside lamp that now lay on the floor next to her. The darkness confirmed night still blanketed the outside. The headache that had started during dinner had intensified. She pressed her hands against her temples to try to stop the hammering.
