Maybe Mary had called my mom and told her what happened. Maybe she had convinced her to come and check on me. Maybe she had offered them her spare room, but they had decided to stay with me instead. Maybe they had wanted to surprise me and make me feel better or maybe they were just selfish and thoughtless.
I didn't know what to do. Should I wake them up and confront them? Should I sneak out of the room and pretend I didn't see them? Should I call Mary and ask her what was going on?
I decided to do none of those things. I grabbed my phone and headphones from the nightstand, put on some music, and closed my eyes. I tried to block out the sight of them on my couch, and the sound of their breathing. I tried to forget about the accident, and the pain, and the loneliness.
I tried to fall asl
