Dennis POV
Its been three days, and I'm finally able to go home. Dante has been here every day and, despite my words, he is drowning in guilt. After our conversation the night, I woke up in the hospital. Savvy hasn't left my side. We haven't really talked more about where we go from here, but I'm not letting her go. I figure it will be better discussed at home when I'm hooked up to machines. She left earlier with Scar to get a package her editor sent her apartment. They are supposed to meet us back at the house.
"Are you ready to go, Dennis," Dante asks as she steps into the room. "More than ready. I don't think I've ever slept in a more uncomfortable bed in my life. I can't wait to sleep in my own bed tonight." "I'm so sorry, Dennis," he says. I turn and face him. "I don't want to hear
