Chapter 32Westley managed fine without Nicolaj’s help, walking into the house and sitting on the sofa in the living room. Danvers jumped onto the couch and curled up at his side. The house was quiet, something he was thankful for since his head felt like it had a maniac with a jackhammer running loose inside. A young girl walked into the room with a cup in her hand. He knew he knew her for he recognized her face, but for the life of him, her name would not come to him. Closing his eyes, he hoped that within a short time the fog of confusion would go away. What if it doesn’t?
“Westley, you’re home,” she exclaimed, placing her beverage on the coffee table before giving him an awkward hug. He smiled at her, afraid to say anything. A second later a young man came out of the kitchen.
“Nice to
