What the f**k had just happened? Layne couldn't remember. All he knew was that there had been fear in Jessica's eyes and it had been directed towards him. He hated when this happened, when he was stuck in a flashback and then couldn't remember it. Those holes in his memory took away parts of his life, parts that he would never get back. That was the part he hated above all. He'd lost so much while away from home that he really didn't want to lose any more of it.
With hands that were more than a little shaky, he reached over to the bedside table where a pack of cigarettes lay. He almost couldn't light the one he grabbed out and put in his mouth. When he blacked out, it spooked him—spooked him much more than he was willing to admit to anyone.
“Layne, man, you got to get your s**t together
