Kodi woke up in a bed that felt strange - too soft and too hot. Blankets tangled around her feet like ropes that wanted to tie her down. She began to kick and scream, trying to rid herself of the soft restraints.
“Whoa, easy there girl,” a masculine voice tried to soothe her. A heavy hand touched her forehead. There was kindness in the voice, gentleness in the hand, but it wasn’t his hand, it wasn’t his voice. She would never hear his voice or feel his touch again.
She stopped fighting, but her breath still came harsh and ragged. She was on a bed, she realized. How long had it been since she had slept on a mattress? She didn’t like it, didn’t like the way her body sank into foam, like it was holding her prisoner. She wanted the earth under her bones, the solid support of unyieldi
