The early morning light struck Cassie full in the face from the eastern window. Squinting her eyes, she rolled her head toward the wall and away from the light. She lay still and listened to the ticking of the old pendulum clock in the hall. Time ticking by, she lay motionless and breathed in the morning. She closed her eyes and let her thoughts wander back to other mornings. Mornings full of the smell of freshly baking bread and the sharp sounds of her mother’s old wooden heeled shoes clicking on ...