Sophia
Dead Sisters and First Loves.
I still felt like I was in a chokehold.
Sweat stuck to my skin, dampening the sheets, yet somehow I felt cold. My arms and legs were leaden, my head felt stuffed with cotton, and my throat burned each time I swallowed.
But it wasn’t the fever that was the worst part.
It was a memory.
Of her.
Sara.
I had seen her. I knew I had.
Or perhaps I was going insane.
The buzzing of my phone snapped me out of my stupor. I groaned, pawing the sheets until my fingertips found the device. I goggled at the screen, my vision swimming.
Benjamin.
I hesitated before answering. “Yeah?” My voice was hoarse, just a whisper.
“Sophia?” Benjamin’s voice was clipped, a blend of worry and incredulity. “You sound like hell.”
I laughed weakly, in a breathy way. “Gee,
