Behind the Ice Wall
She stirred a few minutes later, blinking against the light, disoriented for a second before her eyes found the photographs and the whole previous night came rushing back into her expression.
“Reyes found anything?” she asked, voice still rough with sleep.
“Nothing yet. He’s still looking.”
She nodded slowly, pulling the blanket tighter around her shoulders like the cold had followed her out of sleep. “I kept dreaming about the hearing. The first one. Woke up convinced I was late for it, even though that’s been over for months now.”
“Bad dream, or just an old one resurfacing?”
“Both, probably.” She rubbed her eyes. “Guess that’s what fear does. Recycles the worst version of something you alr