I Belong to the Earth (Unveiled Book 1) Page 50
The scent woke me. Rosemary and violets. I was warm and peaceful. "Mum?" I whispered. I wished I had found that book. Wuthering Heights. Though I might never read it now, if I did. Talking about books with Mum always broadened their meaning. I missed that. I hated to think of one of Mum's books being lost. "What happened Mum? Why did you drive off that drop? Were you ill?" There was no anger in my questions, just endless sorrow. The scent grew stronger for a moment and then faded. I swallowed but the grief was easier to bear now that it wasn't twisted up with anger. I felt stronger. Maybe even strong enough to tackle Haze and win Grace back.