Chapter - 310
"Uhhmm!"
The first thing Sharon registered was the silence.
It wasn't the dead, heavy silence of a shipping container, nor the ringing, post-concussive silence of a gunfight. It was a soft, rhythmic, living silence. The sound of air moving gently, the rustle of high-thread-count linens, and a distant, rhythmic shush… shush… that sounded suspiciously like water.
She opened her eyes.
She wasn't in her cramped apartment. She wasn't in the dirty motel room. She was in a room that looked like it had been carved out of light and expensive wood. The ceiling was high and vaulted, with a slow-turning fan made of woven palm leaves. The air smelled of sea salt, frangipani flowers, and expensive air conditioning.
