I woke up the next morning with a start. Immediately on edge, I cast out my sense to see who all I had to contend with on my second morning in jail. I picked out that Mustapha had replaced Bubba again. That gave me some odd bit of reassurance that Eric was still on my team. I chose to take it as a show of support – no matter how indirect it felt. A little voice reminded me to be thankful for the small things, but I was feeling extra wary.
After Eric didn’t show up the night before, I was haunted by nightmares of his marriage to Freyda. I dreamt the whole thing from Quinn officiating right down to beautiful golden embroidery on the well-tailored wedding dress. Fit for a queen. Continue reading