TWENTY-TWO
When I'd finally managed to extricate myself from Jason's hotel room so I could settle down with a quiet dinner at home, my attention strayed from the inane TV cooking show to Nathan's haunting emails. I flipped through them until I found an early one I hadn't read yet:
I have nightmares about ambulances now and I've found myself freezing when I hear a siren. That's because the trip in an ambulance to take Caitlin to hospital really was a nightmare. I hadn't slept in weeks – I'd had sleeping pills with me, but I gave them all to Caitlin. That was the problem that night – I'd given her sleeping pills to knock her out, not knowing how badly injured she was. Add hypothermia and getting shot – both of us, not just her – and I'd made so many stupid decisions that night that it's a
