Chapter 8I awoke in the night with a dead arm, and slowly, carefully pulled it out from under Becca. She rolled over in her sleep, muttering something unintelligible, and I lay there watching her, unable to sleep, wondering how I could help her break free from her controlling ex-husband.
Ideas would start to form in my mind but they were like gossamer threads that I couldn’t quite keep hold of, my tired brain unable to put the pieces together coherently. I did make one decision though -- I would call work first thing and arrange to take a few days of very overdue annual leave. If Becca needed me then I wanted her to know that she had my undivided attention.
I awoke to brilliant sunlight trying to force its way around the edges of the heavy curtains. I was spooning Becca’s warm, smooth bo
