Chapter 25

That night, Sally dreamed that she was on a boat, lost at sea. There was a storm, and the waves crashed higher and higher around her, rocking the boat, tossing her from side to side. The waves rose over the edge of the hull, falling as foam around her, on her, soaking her to the bone. But the water was warm, and it caressed her, folding around her in soothing blankets that gave her a feeling deep inside that was wonderfully comforting. She felt safe.

She awoke in Mikhail’s arms, and she savour...