The Lightship – Part 8 of 11

THE LIGHTSHIP

Part 8

The alarm buzzed at five forty-five and Annie swam slowly up from the depths of a drugged sleep. She sat on the edge of the bed, used to the feeling of being stuck inside a nightmare and knowing she just had to wait it out. But that never made it any easier. The punching and kicking and screaming were all too real. She shook her head and wobbled to her feet.

Even though it was the middle of July, it was chilly. Summer mornings on the coast were like that. Annie stood up and shivered, wrapped herself in a blanket, then walked outside to look for Foggy. She circled the house calling his name, but there was still no sign of him. After one last call that was far too loud for the early hour, she went back inside to get ready for work.