Chapter 17: Withdrawal
Voices filtered through the fog as Nash jerked awake in the recliner. At least he’d finally managed a little sleep after tossing and turning half the night. His hand shook as he reached for the beverage and two Tylenol tablets on the table beside him.
He paused his movement, not wanting to tip the glass, and brought the chair forward to a sitting position. He took a deep breath as perspiration dripped down his face, and reached again, but his hand still shook. The only upside was that at least they’d dropped Mom at the airport two days ago before this crap started, so she didn’t have to witness it.
“Here, let me.” Fingers that didn’t belong to Emmitt picked up the pills and held them out. Nash presented his palm and looked into the face of a smiling Dylan Rieder l
