Ellie pinched herself, hard, on the forearm. The pain told her that, yes, she was definitely conscious. She took several deep breaths, attempting to calm her racing heart. This is impossible. I’m seeing things. There was absolutely no way in hell this guy existed in real life.
I’m exhausted, that’s it. Exhausted, starving and heart-broken, just the right conditions for a hallucination. She’d feel better after some food and a rest. Then she’d look again at Zach and see what he really looked like.
The thought calmed her. She relaxed a bit and peered around the living room. She expected it to be shabby after having been uninhabited for so long, but, actually, the room had been restored to the way she remembered it. A fresh coat of white paint covered the walls, and someone had polished the
