Nefretiri
"Jeez," I looked at Vince as he left the living room where he slept last night. "You look awful."
"Thanks," He muttered, throwing his shirt on. "You're looking... happy."
"I got some sleep last night," which was a miracle in itself. We returned so late from the packhouse that I didn't have the energy to deal with Patrick or Zoe. So, I checked on them, then the girls in the greenhouse, and went straight to bed. "No nightmares."
Even before I left Ricky, I had nightmares.
