CHAPTER NINETEEN
When she woke the next morning, in a dazzling burst of sunshine, Emily felt dazed. She could still feel the echo of tears on her cheeks from last night. It was only through sheer exhaustion that she’d even been able to sleep—grief like the type she’d felt that night had in the past induced a state of insomnia in her that could last for days.
She turned to see Chantelle beside her, sleeping as though in a coma. Jet lag always knocked the child out, but she recovered from its effects much more quickly than Emily was ever able.
Beside Chantelle, Daniel was sleeping with a frown on his face. It made Emily’s heart ache to see that his worry for Roy had carried through into his sleep. Sleep was supposed to be a time for peace, but it looked as though Daniel hadn’t found any a
