Chapter 5
Voices outside her bedroom window woke Marina. She glanced at a wind-up alarm clock on the nightstand. Almost ten o’clock. She’d turned off her earlier alarm, needing the extra sleep. Ginger had allowed her a pity party last night, saying Go ahead, get it out as she’d refilled her wine glass. Stretching under the white cotton-covered, down-filled duvet, she looked around the room that she’d first stayed in as a child.
Her old collection of white seashells filled large glass pickle jars. A few faded sundresses hung in an antique burl wood armoire, and flip-flops filled a basket by the door. Around the perimeter of the room ran a border that Ginger had painted with a coded message that always made Marina smile.
She rolled out of the old iron bed, testing her weight on her sprain
