Amanda pulled on the door handle with one hand and gripped Bailey’s leash with the other. Ugh! A slight dizziness rocked her head. Her stomach still felt queasy. But at least she could function this morning…for what it was worth.
Her grandmother appeared at the top of the stairs. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay?”
“Yes, I’ll be fine.” But she wouldn’t. “I’m feeling better.” If only that were true. Although no longer in the death grip of that blasted migraine, she couldn’t shake the nagging, taunting voices in her head, which were far more troubling…and they wouldn’t be dismissed with medication.
“Okay, see you shortly.”
She set off with her yellow Lab for his morning walk. The September sun wove its brilliance through the leaves, enchanting the path to the beach. Falmouth, Massachusetts was gorgeous this time of year, a stunning palette of rich earth tones set off by the azure sea.