Patrick woke with a stiff neck and the taste of bile still in his mouth. He grabbed the pitcher and poured himself a cup of water, but he couldn't wash out the taste. After weeks of sleeping on the ground the soft mattress had been terribly uncomfortable. He had a sudden vision of Lee sleeping in his bed while he slept on the floor beside her.

Where did that come from? He had been too busy to think of her in ages. He put his head in his hands as the memory of that wagon pushed ...