"YOU’RE ALIVE.”
I was so happy and relieved that I had said it out loud. Remembering my mistake, I quickly said the same thing inside my head, hoping that it was not just some kind of mistake. Or worse, a hallucination of my own desperation. I waited with bated breath, as the room went too quiet and too still, and my heart was beating too fast for my body. I waited with my lungs constricted, the oxygen being sucked out of me, until at last, I heard the familiar sound of the guttural voice that used to send fear straight into my being.
“I am alive.” Three words. Three confirmations that I had waited for, for three uneventful days. I had been waiting to hear this voice, this news, this relief that freed me from worry and sickness. Rhys was alive. He was talking to me. He was out there, som
