Dead is DeadMy shoulder was on fire. The wound oozed blood and it felt as if someone had their finger inside trying to pull a bone out. The warmth of the sun splashed on my face and I knew I was still outside. I cracked my eyes open but the glare made it difficult to open them completely. Dust covered my face and rolled into my eyes when I turned my head. My face was flushed and I wondered if I had an early onset of sunburn while baking on the highway. I reached up and brushed the sand from my eyes. I heard the crunch of gravel as someone walked toward me.
“Nathan.” Lianne's voice.
I turned toward the sound. The sound of it was music to my ears. She crouched over me and never looked more beautiful. I smiled in spite of the pain.
“Lianne,” I croaked.
She placed her hand on my cheek, a w
