CHAPTER 16
Groggy. Heavy eyelids. Strange sounds. Foreign odors. Something stuck in my arm. Pain. Beeping. Confusion.
"He's coming around, doctor." The sound was female. Close. Gentle.
I tried opening my eyes, which they did begrudgingly. The world was a bright, blurry mess.
A face. A female face before me, leaning over. Soft. Warm. Caring.
"Mr. Hudson."
The voice of an angel. I know that voice—that face.
I attempted to answer. My throat was so dry. Garbled sounds. Then a word.
"Linda?"
My voice sounded different. Lower. Younger. Yet familiar. I remembered. Not my voice. Host's.
She smiled, but her face displayed puzzlement. "Do I know you?"
Of course, you do. We were married for eighteen years.
Thank goodness I did not say it aloud. I was still processing what happened and whe
