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A sudden shockwave of panic hits me.
Can’t believe I fell asleep. The room is still in darkness; impossible to know what time it is. None of us has a watch, and there certainly isn’t a clock on the wall. Could be a bright, sunny afternoon, or the middle of the night. I feel as if I’ve spent a day on a plane and I’m jet-lagged. So disorientated. So exhausted. And my neck and lower back is in agony. I shuffle a little and move my head side to side, but it does nothing to ease the pain.
I can still feel and hear Sammy as he sleeps next to me; his face pressed against my chest. I pray that he didn’t truly understand what happened to Sandra. That he thought—
My God, I don’t know what he thought.
He must be starving. When was the last time he ate something? Yesterday? The day before?
Fu
