Chapter 50

[Cordelia]

I wake to the sound of birdsong and the warmth of the sun shining through the window near my bed. Blinking, I open my eyes to see a pleasant room painted in bright yellow with wooden furniture and large pillows in pastel colors. It all looks like something from a tropical dream of what Heaven might look like.

“Atlas,” I call out into the quiet. There is no response. The last thing I remember is the feeling of his arms around me as we…

The door creaks open. Suddenly alert, I sit up quickly. Too quickly. My head begins to pound and I suddenly feel like I might be sick with pain from the way my brain feels like jello inside of my skull.

“What is wrong with me?” I mumble more to myself than to anyone else. “Where am I?”

“You’re here, with me,” a cheery voice calls out. Moving my hands, my eyes take a moment to adjust.

“Angelica?” I cannot believe my eyes. “But you disappeared? You’ve been gone for 5 years and I…”

“What are you talking about, “ she smiles over her should