CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Hands shook my body. “You need to wake up.”
The voice sounded like someone was calling me from the other end of a tunnel. I drew air into my lungs and was hit by pain in my chest and ribs. My cheek hurt, and so did my arms. The memory of how I’d gotten hurt was fuzzy at first, but with every painful breath I took, it became clearer. I had been attacked by Liz’s boyfriend, Marco. He’d been upset that I recognized him and witnessed him going through Dane’s things. His violence was chilling. Poor Liz. She’d been in pain the last time I saw her, when I didn’t listen or insist on helping her.
Pain and remorse ate away at me. She could be hurt badly by now, or worse.
“Here’s an ice pack. I’ll be right back,” said a female voice. Someone pressed cool gel on my face. The d**g h
