Chapter Seventeen: A Chance Encounter?Jamie had been sitting up in bed for quite a while when his mum came in with some tea and toast. She smiled and placed the breakfast tray across his knees. “Peace offering,” she said quietly and stepped back to look at him closely. “Thank you for leaving your note.”
“You're not mad?”
A little shrug. “I was, but… I'm trying to understand. Did you have another bad night?”
He nodded his head and tentatively picked up a piece of toast. “It's every time I close my eyes now.” He took a bite and munched on it half-heartedly. “I'm almost afraid to go to sleep.”
She sat down beside him and ruffled his hair, giving her best, reassuring smile. “It'll be all right.”
“You think?”
“Perhaps we should see a doctor?”
Jamie stopped in mid-bite and glared at her.
