Echo was next to the bed, watching. She smiled when their eyes met. “How you feeling?” “Not so good, angel,” Daniel said, stretching. “Aww, my poor baby.” She leaned in to hug him. “Eww! You’re all sweaty!” Echo laughed and wiped her hands on her pants. “I musta had some bad dreams.” “Did I wake you up again?” “What do you mean again?” He yawned, thinking he’d heard her wrong. “Well, earlier when I called, and just now. Again.” “You called?” She hadn’t called. He had been with Jared for most of the afternoon, and the phone certainly hadn’t rung since he’d been home. Echo laughed. “Maybe you should lay off the meds, babe. See, it’s still on the answering machine.” She pointed to the machine on the bedside table, on which a small red light flashed once every second. What the fuck? He pushed the button. Echo’s voice played into the room. “Hey cutie, just calling to see how you are, hope I—” “Holdupholdup.” Daniel’s slurred voice cut into the recording.
