Chapter 7
Spencer knew pain. He could live with pain. Tolerating pain defined his existence. He faced it head-on without blinking. But the agony centralized in his shoulder was unlike anything he understood. Rebecca had given him his dosage of painkillers after dinner, assuring him it would make his shoulder feel better and put him to sleep. But the pills had done neither, as Spencer expected. How could so much pain, a whole galaxy of pain rotating through his body, be touched by two little pills?
Rebecca had put him in her bedroom, insisting he would be comfortable in the larger bed and it would be easier for both of them. Spencer might have argued, but it hardly made a difference to him. He wouldn’t sleep anyway. All he could do was lay awake, miserable and aching.
Focusing on his mem
