NINETEEN
Sleeping in this huge bed with Max was odd. Not because it wasn’t comfortable, it was, but it just didn’t feel quite right to be in such contrived surroundings with a man she knew as anything but contrived.
It was dark out, and close to three AM, but she wasn’t sleeping. She’d been too worried about Max and his drunkenness. She could tell he was far gone because he started to snore, and every time she tried to put him on his side, he returned to his back. Tally wasn’t strong enough to force him anywhere, so she stayed up to make sure he didn’t aspirate.
Thinking about her life, she tried to trace it back to a point before all this started, before Max, before the accident that killed Laura, when she was going through the motions of each day, following the rules and… Tally was fi
