Chapter 290

• I didn’t dream. Even after a shower and allowing my thoughts to wander, I didn’t once think of Tyler in a positive way. No concern for him. No desire.
• For the first time in a while, I felt like myself. It was as if I was waking from a nightmare.
• I walked into the kitchen where Sheila and the others were already eating breakfast. It was a bright and welcoming room with windows along one side and a table large enough for eight nestled near the windows. On the counter, several platters were set out, filled with pastries, fruit, scrambled eggs, and sausages. A pot of brewed coffee completed the spread. I wondered how Star got groceries in and who cooked everything.