Rose stood overlooking the fields and the forest below the window, the back of the cottage shining in the early light. She no longer cringed at the sight of the tiny building nestled among the trees and foliage. The feelings of anxiety and panic had subsided finally and of late the nightmares had faded away into peaceful slumber again most nights. That night had affected her more than she could ever have guessed and the weeks following in a torrent of anxiety and emotion, afraid to leave Rob’s side, afraid to be alone. She had been jumpy and paranoid, an emotional wreck who could barely sleep and convinced attackers were...