Logan set the glass of wine on the side table next to him. He doubled over, feeling sick to his stomach.
“Logan?” Natalie said, setting her glass down as well. She kneeled in front of him. “What’s wrong?”
“I feel…” he started, but was unable to finish his sentence. He was struggling to breathe. He grabbed the arm of the couch and closed his eyes. He felt so dizzy all of a sudden. He started to sway, unable to stay seated upright.
“Oh, god. Oh my god,” Natalie stood, frozen in place.
Logan collapsed backwards onto the couch.
Natalie screamed.
***
I pulled up to the curb outside our house and parked. There was a car in the driveway that looked just like Logan’s. I stared at it confused as I walked to the doo
