

Chapter 8- Fresh Eyes Behold


Kat felt her fingertips brush the sheets of her bed. They were cool, wrinkled. She gently caressed the fibers, stopped, and gripped them hard. The throbbing in her head was unparalleled, flay-your-skin-off and rip-your-nerves-out pain. Sure, before she had felt soreness from bending over to scrub, but this was a new and mind-numbing sore. Dust motes caught