Perhaps death is a sham

Eliana woke with a start and immediately held her aching head as if that would do anything to subside the headache. Slowly, she got off the bed, wondering how she had gotten there in the first place. The last thing she remembered was the doctor. She rushed to the door—she had guests also—and quickly leaned on it for support.

The dream came back like a distant memory. She saw bits and pieces of it, but one thing she remembered well was her sister. She gritted her teeth.

Slowly, she pushed herself away from the wall when Rhys suddenly appeared. He held her, and his expression was tinged with concern. She remembered him now, telling her visitors to leave. She frowned.

“You do not look okay.” He commented and led her into the room, which she just came from. She slapped his hand away.

“Where is Sophie?” she queried, looking around.

“With Adrian”

She did not let him finish. She sidestepped him and rushed into her husband’s room. Sophie jumped to her feet as the door flew open, re