Chapter 13

“Anika? I’m here.” I clicked on the light.

Anika was sitting up in bed. Sweat beaded her brow and she twisted the sheets with trembling fingers. For a second, she stared blankly, as if she didn’t recognize me.

“You okay? You screamed.”

“Did I?” Squinting in the glare, Anika touched her brow. “Ugh, I’m sweaty.”

“Did you have a nightmare?”

She nodded. “Ugh, no—” she wafted her nightdress “—I need to change. Would you pass me a nightshirt from my bag, and erm…would you make a cup of tea? Extra sugar.”

“Sure.”

I found a night shirt at the bottom of her bag and soaked a wash cloth with warm water and handed it to her. Reluctant to leave, I ducked out to the kitchen and made tea as quickly as I could. Anika was changed by the time I returned.

“Thank you,” she said taking the steaming mug. “Sorry I woke you.”

“You didn’t wake me, I wasn’t asleep.”

“That’s good. I’ve not had that nightmare in a while.”

“What was it about? Work?”