Before I’m able to feel anything that’s happening, a strong waft of lavender overtakes my senses. It’s different from the way Eileen’s scent normally hits me. This is like an onslaught of lavender that’s trying to lift me up from the dark burning abyss and into a sea of flowers.

Once the scent overruns me, I can feel a pull of pressure on my arm and side, almost as if someone is lifting the pain straight out of me. I wince slightly, unaccustomed to the strange ...