When I woke up, the gloom had hardly lifted, a dull ache pulsed in my head. My body felt heavy, as though the world had crushed me. Blinking against the morning light coming in through the window, my mind sloppily put together what had happened.
One week. I had been unconscious for one whole week. I lost a whole week while everything collapsed all around me.
At my side the moment I opened my eyes was Liam. Relief and worry mixed on his face, but there was something else he was holding back. His voice low, he asked, "How are you feeling?"
“Like I got hit by a freight train”, I murmured, pushing myself up despite the wave of dizziness that followed. "What happened while I was out?”
Liam hesitated, and that by itself indicated that the news was negative. His recounting of everything I had
