ALEX
I open my eyes and close it again. The room is unbearably bright.
“Finn?” I croak. My hand flies to my neck. It’s my vocal cord. My voice.
“Are you okay?”
I look around. I am surrounded by cameras and network bosses.
“Y-yeah,” I answer, smiling.
I grip the pen tight, signing on the familiar papers.
I’m back. I’m finally back.
Drops of tears blot the bottom of the paper, but I continue signing every spot where I see my name. I’m finally, really, Alex. Alex. Alex. I smiled through the tears.
