Determined, by Stephanie Wright
Glynis pressed the heel of her hand to her forehead. “Freak,” she muttered, but the pain didn’t stop. It rarely did when the visions came.
With the pain came the searing light and, this time, the sight of the curve hugging Bellow’s Bluff lit with headlights, the twin flashes of pain and high beams blinding her retinas from behind. A glimpse of after their deaths, the rain and her children’s tears. A friend of her son’s and love for her desperate daughter at last.
She lifted her wrap from the bed and nodded to James. “It’s time to go, love.”