Chapter 6

"# Chapter 6: The Woman in the Castle

The jet lag sat in my bones like wet cement, but I didn't sleep. I watched the Scottish Highlands roll past the car window, green and gray and ancient, and I thought about how Daniel always hated mornings. He'd wake up mean, coffee black, silence thick as molasses. Now he wakes up to a castle and a wife who isn't me. I wondered if he still hated mornings. I hoped he did.