My eyes felt heavy, as if someone had screwed them shut. After a few minutes, I forced them open; the light from the morning sun seeping through the stained-glass window. It blinded me with rainbow hues and my eyes burned furiously from the rays. I blinked a few times, allowing my vision to adjust to the brightness.
It just dawned on me that I’m still in my office.
The pain.
I must have passed out at some point from it.
My chest felt as if someone had poured accelerant on it and lit me on fire.
My heart stopped beating. Thinking about what Brody must be going through right now has my stomach churning. The nausea slowly builds, forcing its way upwards. I barely made it to the trash can before every bit of my dinner splattered the ground.
“How are you doing?” Reece’s groggy vo
