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Chapter Two
She woke from dreams of screaming, dark-eyed children
and exploding streets and bone-numbing terror to soothing
lavender walls and the comforting scent of home.
Sunshine streamed in through the lace curtains,
creating delicate filigree patterns on the floor, and she
watched them shift and slide for several moments while
the worst of the dreams and her morning pain both faded
to a dull roar.
Doctors at Walter Reed used to ask if her pain seemed
worse first thing in the morning or right before bed. She
couldn’t tell much difference. It was always there, a
constant miserable presence dogging her like a grim
black shadow.
She wanted to think it had started to fade a little in