*Constance*

My eyes slowly opened, and I squinted in the early morning light. Sweat covered my body and soaked my sheets. I had had another terrible nightmare that only reminded me of all that I had lost.

I heard Harriet come in a set up my breakfast as I rolled out of bed and washed my face in the water bowl on the dresser. I looked at the small round mirror there and thought I looked like the walking dead. Dark bags hung under my eyes, showcasing my lack of proper ...