Chapter XBy 6:00 a.m. I was sitting up on the edge of my bed. I could hear my automatic coffee-maker click on: a small blessing. I dragged myself to the sink with the hopes that some cold water on my face would remove the cobwebs I still felt entangling my brain. If all that was a dream, and only a dream, then why did my body ache so? And what the hell day was it that I set the alarm to wake me barely after the sun was up?
The calendar on my kitchen wall gave me the date: December 2nd, Sunday morning. My God, it's the day I'm supposed to pick Adam up after his overnight stay at Ringwood. Whether it was relief or disbelief I can't recall, but I remember sighing heavily and giving an out loud “damn” to no one but myself. Quickly, I gathered my things and headed out the door for the long rid
