Chapter VAdam reached for his jacket and laid it across his lap, a sign he was preparing to leave. He figured I'd heard enough but he couldn't have been more wrong. “It did? It did what?” I asked as intently as I could manage without expressing my frustration that he was considering ending this evening without finishing his story. Adam appeared so solemn in the quiet between us that followed, so much in pain. He tried to hide the mask of a broken but some, like myself, easily recognize that mask on another individual.
“Jason, I didn't wake up then.” He startled me by both his abrupt continuation and by what he said: “I didn't wake up then, or any time soon after that. I lived the rest of Abram Hewitt's life. I married my sweet Amelia, made love to her, waited outside the room each time ou
