Chapter 11
Edwin stared at the invoice for five solid minutes, but the words refused to make any sort of sense. He couldn’t even tell if it was an invoice he needed to sign or if it was an invoice he needed to file. He tossed it aside with disgust and reached for his coffee cup. Though he didn’t think he could consume enough caffeine to clear the fog from his brain, he planned to try. He didn’t know what other choice he had.
Edwin didn’t remember sleeping, though he must have. Carson told him over breakfast that when he’d shown up, Edwin had been unconscious on the couch and completely unresponsive. Edwin didn’t remember his dreams either. The images in his head might have been dreams. They might have been memories. Every time he tried to concentrate on one, it skittered away from him, s
