NADINE POINT OF VIEW.

I slept very little that night, even though I was exhausted. It was almost morning before I fell asleep, and even then, my rest was ridden with nightmares. I kept seeing Anna in a pitiful state of debilitated health. In one of the dreams, she walked into the room wearing one of those light blue gowns they give in-patients at a hospital. Her cheeks were sunken and her bulging eyes were bloodshot. She walked with measured steps while I sat on the edge of the bed. Then she ...