"HEATH," SHE MUMBLES.
A hand cups her cheek and her eyes flutter open. The face of her mother comes to sight and she frowns, trying to process what's going on. The light blue color of the walls gives it away immediately and she tries to sit up, but her mother pushes her back down. "Don't make any effort. You need to rest, honey."
She shakes her head, attempting to sit up only to be stopped by her mom once again. "No, mom. Where's Heath? I need to see him. I need to know he's okay." Her voice shakes, full of fear as memories come back to her, hitting her over and over again with each snippet.
Memories of both of them leaving the wedding, kissing, getting into Heath's jeep. Of the starless sky, the chilly weather, the empty streets. Of their shared glances and smiles. But also, memories o
