“Tori, we all grieve in our own way. This was the only way your mind could heal; deal with what you went through. The housewarming party, you were having an out-of-body experience. You were drawn to the lake house because of me. Your spirit was there, but your body was in a coma. Like astral projection, if you will.”
My mouth hinges open. “There is obviously something very wrong with me because who in their right mind creates this fantasy world?” I stab at my form with my finger. “I’m right there, Jude. I can wake up any time, but I choose to stay here. Maybe I really am losing my mind.”
My anger is misdirected because I’m not mad at him. I’m incensed at the person lying peacefully and gutlessly in that bed.
“I don’t think you have a choice.” The room turns cold.
His poignant confessio
