Beatrice wakes with a start, unsure of what woke her in the first place. Outside rain is puttering against the ceiling, a contrasting cadence against the stuttering thuds of her heartbeat against her throat.
She’d been dreaming about… something. Or someone? She blinks, unsure, and then raises her hand to her cheek, startled to find a single tear had fallen. She squints in the dark as she struggles to remember what caused the burn of grief in her throat. As her heart calms down she’s aware of a deep ache, something vital missing just inside her chest. Glimpses of a woman’s face flash across her mind, there and then gone again just as quickly as it appeared. A flash of a smile, a pair of warm brown eyes. She wracks her brain, desperate to find the answer, what was it Beatrice was supposed to remember?