Ma had a cough that sounded as if it would tear her lungs out.
They had never told Goldie what had happened to them there, but she could see the scars that were left behind. It was a little more than ten months since the two of them had been thrown into the dungeons of the House of Repentance. He and Ma glanced at each other, and a world of pain and sorrow passed between them. “Were you dreaming about the House of Repentance again?” she said. She unknotted the bedclothes and tucked them around Pa’s shoulders, wishing there were something more she could do. It pierced Goldie to the heart to see them trying to pretend that nothing was wrong. “But it’s gone now.” And she too smiled, though her knuckles were white and her fingers trembled. “Sorry to wake you, sweeting,” he mumbled. Pa smiled weakly up at her from a knot of bedclothes. She slipped out of bed, threw a dressing gown over her shoulders and hurried into her parents’ room. Then she heard Ma’s quiet voice in the next room, and she knew that Pa had had another nightmare.
She sat bolt upright, thinking for a moment that she was back in the terrible events of six months ago, with the city of Jewel on the brink of invasion and her friend Toadspit about to be murdered in front of her eyes. The scream woke Goldie Roth from a deep sleep.
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