Chapter 12
Sawyer
At the hospital, I pull my cell phone from my pocket, intending to call Zoey again to apologize and explain my angry response to her earlier. She hasn’t called back or even read my earlier messages. Not that I’m surprised. What happened in that backroom was a f*****g s**t show. Things got so out of control before I could get a handle on it. And by the time I realized what was happening, she was already gone.
I change my mind. Better to try again later when I’m back in my quiet apartment, when I’m not surrounded by sickness and death and all this negative energy. Returning the phone to my pocket, I stare through the window into the hospital room, watching my unconscious dad on a ventilator. He’s better to focus on than Zoey. I don’t know if I want him to survive. Based
