Alan's POV:
The world outside the transport vehicle's window blurs into a smear of green and brown, but I can't focus on it. My mind is a haze, swimming with thoughts of Lynn. God, I'm finally going to see her again. My heart races at the thought, a mix of excitement and anxiety coursing through my veins.
I shift in my seat, the cuffs on my wrists clinking. The sound brings me crashing back to reality. I'm not just going to see Lynn - I'm being taken to some rehab clinic. To get clean. To be... better.
"You alright back there?" the driver calls out, eyeing me in the rearview mirror.
I nod, not trusting my voice. How can I explain that I feel like I'm floating outside my own body? That the idea of seeing Lynn again after so long makes me want to jump out of my skin?
The vehicle hits a
