Chapter 12I startle awake, panting and gasping for breath. Pain shoots up my arm. I cry out to an empty apartment.
I fall back onto the bed, curl up like a scared child, clutching my arm and yelling out for Steve.
The voice dies, weakens, and fades like a dying breath.
My head spins from the beers—a cold fog slips into the crevices of my dreams. The rest of my body aches and I shiver from the cold dampness skulking at the edge of the room, near the open balcony doors.
I sit up slowly, groaning against the prickling heat of pain running through me. I stroll to the bathroom to dry swallow two more Tylenol.
I stare at the tired face in the mirror. “I hate you.”
In the kitchen, I feel antsy, starving to death. I rummage through cupboards for a quick meal. Cereal. Snack mix. I open the re
