Lavinia stared at the ceiling of their room, listening to Casey breathe. She’d slept a couple of hours after their very intense loving but that was all. She didn’t know what time it was, there were no windows in the room by design.

She didn’t care what time it was, really. It wouldn’t have mattered. Her brain was like a runaway train.

Her life, like a slideshow, passed before her. What little of it she could actually remember. She knew where she was and who ...