"They hurt me."Grace clutched the girl to her breast but the child barely responded, obviously deeply traumatized by whatever had taken place the nigh...t before. She observed traces of blood on the duvet and her heart skipped a beat."Smoke," Grace gasped as she noticed further staining along the girl's inner thighs. Tammy continued to whimper as Grace examined her more closely."We've got to get you some help," Grace told her. She left the room and stormed into Mason's office to discover him. It was too late for any reading and a moment later the lights were off and the room in darkness.But sleep would not come. After half an hour’s tossing and turning, a pained voice came towards me from across the bed.“Please keep still. I’m trying to sleep!”“Sorry. I just can’t settle,” I apologised.“Neither can I with you shaking the bed like that. What’s the problem?”“I just can’t get the image out of my mind,” I confessed.“Which image?”“Those two!”“Who? Oh, you mean Yvonne and Andy?”“Yes. I. Heart racing, blood pumping. Fear of the world leaving, Courage, love and joy growing. Reaching out, grabbing the hand. Pulling the child, holding him close. So young, so frail. A smile growing, happiness bursting forth. Wind roaring, deafening. Ripping at your eyes, ears and skin. Eyes watering, tears flowing. Vision blurring,the shore line vanishing. Concentration waning, fear growing. Closer and closer, faster and faster. Almost, almost safe, almost free. Mid hope, a gust. Shot from the. The woman had wavy dark brown hair and was wearing a blue speckle short sleeve dress. Apparently she had forgotten her coat in her haste. The foxy woman looked as much pissed-off as worried. She strode towards Cynthia puffing on a long cigarette."Are you the doctor? Are my cousins alright? Why did you drive here? Why didn't someone call?" Dr. Claiborne leaned against her truck waiting for Laurie to run out of steam and stop talking."I am Doctor Claiborne and your cousins, Debbie, Robyn and.