More Than A Gift. Josie Metcalfe

      ‘But when they’re certain that you’re all right,’ she mumbled around a sudden jaw-cracking yawn, ‘then I’ll be able to ask if she’s on duty, and ask to see her, and…and then…’

      She was vaguely aware that she’d begun to ramble but it didn’t really matter. The car was steadily getting colder and she was shivering hard enough to rattle her teeth, but her eyes were so heavy she just couldn’t keep them open any longer.

      It had been such a stressful day that she was tired out. Perhaps when she woke up her brain would be clearer and she could work out a plan…find a way to get out…