Lingering at the end of a pleasant dream that was fading away, she murmured contentedly. Her eyelids too heavy to lift, she lolled her head to one side. The cloth skimmed down her temple to her neck and shoulder. Her bare shoulder. A hazy awareness of her state of undress tugged her mind away from the comfortable twilight at the edge of sleep. A sense of safeness permeated her thoughts, assuring her there was no cause for alarm. The sound of a woman humming a familiar lullaby made her smile. “Ah, bien,” said the woman in Spanish, Cara’s second language. “You wake up now, I see.” Cara blinked, trying to see the woman sitting by the bed in the shadowy room. Her body quivered with a sudden chill. Soft candlelight flickered across the facial features that she recognized as her eighty-three-year-old great-aunt. It can't be. She squinted her eyes, focusing hard on the round face and dark eyes.
