Chapter 38
“I think he’s finally starting to come around,” someone said with a hint of excitement in their voice. It sounded like Calleigh.
“Don’t crowd him,” warned Shia. “Give the man some space.”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” she responded, playfully punching him in the upper arm.
Westley peeked out from behind eyelashes, the sudden light in the room almost too much for his tired eyes. Thankfully someone understood and dimmed the glow to a more manageable level. He had a good look around at his surroundings to find he was at home safely snug in bed. A dull throb in his head and wrist suggested he was still part of the living world. We all are. Somehow. He began to think the whole event, the entire sordid story of that night, had been played out in his head. Hadn’t the doctor said h
