Because
Wendy spent the bulk of the night crying her eyes out, she had only dropped off to sleep just before
dawn. So, you will forgive her for imagining she was dreaming of leisurely
Sunday breakfast with Jeffery and the kids laughing and joking together, when
the heavenly scent of her favorite muffins drifted into her bedroom from
downstairs.
It took some time
for her olfactory sense to fully awaken her. After all, she never remembered
smelling anything in her dreams, so she couldn’t be actually dreaming, right?
She lifted her sleepy head from the pillow and sniffed the air. She wasn’t
imagining that! It smelled too good. But how was it possible? No one had that
recipe except for her…that she knew.
