Chapter 12

Wednesday, September 9, 2009: early evening

I’d like to say that I slept dreamlessly, but I’d be lying. Blood and death followed me into slumber, and I couldn’t escape them, no matter how I tossed and turned. By the time the phone rang, around 4:00, I’d tossed and turned myself into enough sleep that I was no longer tired enough to keep trying.

I fumbled for the phone, not bothering to even sit up. Laura.

“Hey,” I said as I answered.

“Thank goodness you’re all right!”

Oh, yeah. Probably I should have called or texted her before I’d crashed.

“Sorry. I was wiped after I took Paul home, and I just came back and crashed.”

“I’d kind of figured it was something like that, so I waited...

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