“Daniel, Dr. Roberts is worried about you. He insists that you go home for the night. Rebecca will be fine. He said so. But it’s going to be a little while before she’s ready to wake up. Please, if you won’t leave for your own sake, go for hers. You won’t do any good if you’re exhausted, right?” She threaded her fingers between his, tugging gently on his hand. He allowed her to pull him to his feet, unable to protest farther. He was too tired to think of the words.
Once they reached the house, Daniel wanted to turn around and leave again. It reminded him of a tomb, far too quiet and dark. Carol urged him up the stairs, not allowing him to turn on his heel and flee. She helped him undress. He noticed distantly that he was wearing the same slacks and ugly black shirt. His cuff links dinged
