Chapter FifteenShe looked at her watch as soon as she regained consciousness and breathed a sigh. About thirty minutes had elapsed since the stress of the situation overcame her. Sitting back, she stared into the calm, quiet skyline and gasped at the transformation. The storm had gone, the wind, the rain. Replaced by a blue sky and, off to her left, the gentle lapping of the sea against the rocks. She had a fanciful thought that it had all been a dream, that somehow she had slipped into another world, a world of imagination.
If only that were true.
She tried Mark's number, but it was unavailable.
Jenny started up the van and very carefully made her way back to Morrison's. It was the only logical place to go to now. She wondered how much more she could take. Fainting was some sort of war
