Chapter Twenty-Three
Reed popped up from a dark dream. Sarai fell through his arms again and again. Every time he closed his eyes to sleep, it happened again. And again. She slipped through his grasp.
He woke up with his heartbeat racing. His mouth was dry. His throat was sore as though he’d cried out in real life.
Reed scratched at the tightness in his chest. He knew he wasn’t going back to sleep again. Adrenaline rushed through him. He had to do something. There was only one thing he wanted to do.
The sun was blinking a few rays of its light over the horizon. Reed rolled out of bed. There was no need for him to dress as he’d never taken off his clothes from yesterday.
Unclean, unshaven, and unkempt he marched over to the medical suite on the ranch. Dr. Patel had insisted that Sarai
