I'm holding a pen in my hand and the notebook is lying on the bed near my face. It's bright outside and I don't know what day it is, but the clock says eight thirty. There's another buzz, then a nurse comes in. “Ryan, are you okay?” I wipe the sleep...
Ignoring the cold that frosted the edges of my bedroom window, I leapt from my bed and glanced eastward at Taylor’s Ridge. I no longer had a reason to search the horizon. Sean had been back for two days. Leila entered my bedroom with her usual morning liveliness. “Good morning,” she said, hugging...