Part 9
When I wake, Naphalie’s talking low to someone and I don’t open my eyes immediately. My head still aches with the memory of the screeching voice. I’m afraid to wake up and have that sound scrape into my mind again.
“We need to at least try,” Naphalie’s saying.
“He’s fine now.”
That’s Ashe. Of course he thinks I’m fine. He sees me lying here on the bed and he thinks everything’s going to be all right. As long as I’m down and out, I can’t go anywhere, is that it? I don’t want to go anywhere, Ashe, I tell him, but he can’t hear me, the words are spoken only in my head. I want to have what I had. I want Tobin. I want him, nothing else. He’s all I want.
Naphalie’s laughter sounds bittersweet, like a sour piece of candy that makes your lips pucker but it’s sugary so you don’t wan
