C8 PART EIGHT

Shara stretched and burrowed her face into the pillow. Through the laundry-fresh scent of the pillowcase, she thought she could catch a trace of Jessa’s scent; this was, after all, Jessa’s bed. She sighed and slowly allowed her eyes to open. Jessa’s bedroom faced east and the head of her bed was directly under the window. The old-fashioned shutters were closed, so although the curtains were open