“When Crystal May woke up the next morning, she felt like she’d died and gone to heaven. She rolled over on her back, her sleepy eyes blinking in the sunlight. The window curtains were frilly and feminine, softening the light and making her feel protected from the world outside. It was mighty late, but she didn’t care. Just lying there in the warm, golden light made her feel so good. She was safe here. She could feel it right down to her bones.”
