Brooklyn rolled over in bed and stretched out her arms and legs. Her fingers and toes spread out as wide as they could go. Ah, so much better. Morning sunlight streamed through the curtains lighting the room. She glanced at her watch, her eyes widening in shock. It was almost eight o’clock. She never slept that late. The past twenty-four hours just must have caught up with her.
Now she felt refreshed and ready for the day. Only she didn’t know what to do. All of her life she’d had a plan or something to occupy her. Now, she had nothing. If she was going to be stuck like this for the next few months she’d go out of her mind.
Cleaning Drake’s cabin had helped take her mind off things, but now what. She didn’t have her laptop so she couldn’t work. Maybe Drake could give her a direction. A
