Chapter 14

Clifton was not a sentimental man, certainly not one to pay heed to sleep-talking. But her voice was so pitiful, and her eyelids fluttered as if caught in a nightmare, and for some reason, he found himself watching her. It’s understandable she’d have nightmares. An early return from a trip she had pinned her hopes on, now seeking refuge in a place like this—it was the rebellion of a lost adolescent. He didn’t need the details to imagine what had transpired in Belloc.