Chapter Nineteen

It was early morning before I roused out of bed.  My cell phone was on the nightstand, which told me that my mother had come to check on me; probably more than once.   It couldn’t have been later than six in the morning, so I was surprised when the smell of coffee and bacon alerted my stomach to the fact that I hadn’t eaten in a day and a half.  I was starving.

Assuming that it was my mother ratting around in the kitchen, I hopped out of bed.  Standing still for a moment, I mentally surveyed the condition of my body.  I was tender in the abdomen, but, other than being hungry, I was pretty much back to my old self.

“I’m starving!” I called out as I slid my feet into a pair of slippers. 

I’d slept in my tee shirt and underpants.  The morning was cool so I slipped into my robe before bounding toward the kitchen. 

I stopped short when Kenton turned around and smiled.  The pl