Chapter 13: Nothing…
Lying back in the tub, listening to the bubbles crackle and pop, Nash’s mind wandered to his mom and what she was making for dinner. Thoughts of dinner led to Nash’s last memory of Sam. Last memory of anything, really.
Nash had worked that day, but Sam had had the summer off from teaching so he’d had dinner in the oven—roast chicken and vegetables. Nash had taken a quick shower, then hung out in the living room, stressing out about the details of their upcoming wedding.
Why would that arbitrary moment be his last memory? Was it arbitrary? Harley had said that Sam’s husband was discovered two weeks before the wedding. Maybe his memory cut off at that point. At least that would make some kind of sense.
Maybe he could force through the barrier. He’d been sitting on th
