CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
AUTHOR'S POV
Roxanne was unusually quiet. She had said fewer than twenty words since the early weekend sun had woken her from her distressed sleep at 8: 00 AM. After she had returned from seeing the psychiatrist, she had freshened and jumped into bed, ignoring Edward's probing questions. He was the Lear person she wanted to meet in such a foul mood she had been put into. So she had ignored him and willed sleep to envelope her. But Jumping into bed was one thing, finding sleep was another. She had tossed and tossed, and when she had finally found sleep, was tormented by a nightmare.
