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EPILOGUE - HALLIE
“Are you sure you’re ready to go back to your apartment?” Ford asked.
I’d spent the weekend holed up at Riverley, recovering. Decompressing. On Friday night, I’d barely slept, but yesterday, Dr. Stanton had given me some pills to block the horrors, and I’d finally passed out. At least I wasn’t the only person having nightmares. Apparently, Emmy had looked in the freezer after we left, and last night, she’d gone on one of her sleepwalking rampages. Black had a bruised face and a cut on his arm, which he said was an occupational hazard of sharing a bed with her, but I doubted he’d ever change the arrangement.
And Ford wouldn’t change our arrangement either. He’d had to work, but when he came back, he didn’t leave my side. Not even in the shower. He’d shampooed my hai
