The cocktail of drugs numbing my senses is the only thing stopping me from losing my s**t. Questions race through my head like wildfire.
What the hell's been happening in my life?
Is everyone alive?
Any catastrophes I should know about?
What if my resentment toward Taylor turned me into some nutjob, and I went all The Shining on her?
There's a whole year's worth of changes to process. A year's worth of front-page news, a year's worth of life's merry-go-round, a year's worth of heartaches and headaches and goodbyes.
Changes that I'm sure I dealt with in real time but now they'll all hit me simultaneously head-on.
I can't go there yet.
Katie leans over my bed. "Are you all right?"
It's then that I realize the loud wailing noise is coming from me. "Er… yeah, sorry," I say, trying to
