Chapter Six
Elena kicked the covers off the bed and bolted upright with enough of a shriek to bring Gretchen from her bedroom.
“Are you all right?” the woman inquired, pulling her robe tight around her as she flicked on Elena’s light.
“Yes. It was a dream, just a dream.”
“A nightmare?”
“Perhaps, something shocking.”
“You can talk about it?” Gretchen suggested, her worried sleep filled expression sought some better explanation.
“I can’t remember it.”
“I’ll make some tea.” Gretchen turned, headed toward the kitchen.
“No, no. I’ll sleep now. My head’s clear.”
Gretchen looked at her doubtfully.
“It’s okay, really.”
“You’re sure?”
“I need my rest,” Elena answered looking as pleasantly calm as that hour of the night allowed. Falling back into the comfort of her covers, she buried he
