Emma woke to sunlight streaming through her bedroom window and the feeling that someone had used her head as a drum.

Everything hurt. Her eyes from crying through the night, her chest from, well, from everything.

She lay there for a moment. She could hear her mother's soft breathing beside her. Faith had stayed all night, lying on top of the covers, one hand resting on Emma's arm like she was afraid her daughter might disappear if she stopped touching her.

Her mother being here proved it was ...