Loïc“Happily ever after isn’t a destination. It’s a journey.”
—Loïc Berkeley
I smell her hair, always the same alluring fruity scent. I smile sleepily and instinctually bend to kiss the top of her head. The movement sends sharp pains throughout my body. I let out a groan.
It’s then I realize that London’s here, but we’re not at home. The sounds, the smells, this bed—it’s all wrong.
Where am I?
What’s going on?
My pulse rises as I squeeze my eyes closed, trying to remember. It all comes back to me.
Tommy…the shot.
I’m alive.
I try to make my body work to assess the damage, but nothing is moving right. Most of my body is heavy and numb, and the parts that aren’t hurt.
I look around the room. It’s dim, but the accessory lights keep it lit enough to see everything. I search for clu
