Brian took Khaat out for a long drive along the island, and she settled in for a comfortable ride. The road was amazingly smooth, and it made her feel like she had a bit of her life back. She loved being a mother, but she also did like having her body back to herself. To not be sharing it with three other people. It felt freeing. The sea air smelled fresh and clean, and she loved the greenery she saw everywhere they went. Combined with the massage, it was the first she had relaxed in a very long time. She worried about her father, about her mother, about the evil world England had become and her fear that she would never see it again. If they were going to have to hide for the rest of their lives, she'd rather be hiding in Tuscany, as beautiful as this was.
They'd been out driving for about 90 minutes when Brian glanced over at her and saw that she had fallen asleep. He was only somewhat relieved. The rest of him was concerned that he had pushed her too far. He laid his hand on her forehead. Clearly, she had overdone it just a bit. Too much of a good thing. He headed for home, feeling guilty that he should have calculated that better. The good in it was that she was in a sound sleep and seemed infinitely more relaxed.