My throat ached when I woke up.
I blinked at the ceiling, feeling disoriented and hungry that I couldn’t remember where I was.
Then I remembered. Every bit of it.
And when I let out a sigh to vent my frustration about waking up again, my sigh sounded hoarse and my throat felt raw.
I continued to stare up at the ceiling, hardly daring to blink again. Now that I was awake, every time I closed my eyes, red flashed behind my eyelids. Crimson red. Reminding me that Dan was dead because of me.
Tears hit my eyes and blinking them away, I turned my head.
Then I stopped breathing. Completely.
Christopher was sleeping in the chair beside my bed where that doctor sat. He had his head against the high back of the chair, his forearms on the armrests, hands dangling and his long legs were st
