The Curse Beneath My Mattress

Summary

When I opened my eyes again, the sterile scent of floor wax and the hum of the hospital’s HVAC system hit me like a physical blow. I was back.

Right in front of me, Bonnie was clutching her hands together so tightly her knuckles were white. Her eyes were wide, brimming with that carefully practiced desperation, searching mine for a lifeline. She told me, with a voice that trembled perfectly, that if only someone would buy her cottage, she might finally have the money to survive.