CHAPTER SIX
LOGAN
I’m screaming at the top of my lungs, which is what instinctively wakes me. My throat is dry, and I lean over and grab a bottle of water by my nightstand. Sweat covers my body and I try to blink away the nightmares. Since Kayla’s accident, they’ve started up again. Before then, they’d gone away, as if she were my guardian angel against them. Using the breathing techniques my doctor gave me, I try counting to ten, then twenty, until I’m over a hundred. As I lie awake, the memories of Kayla and I together flood in at the most inopportune times and exhaustion is starting to get the best of me. Hours pass as I stare at the ceiling, which has become a regular occurrence. The warm blue hues from the full moon bleed across the floor, and I know it’s early morning. I try to rol
