In fact, he was pretty damned sure he hadn’t. When he moved his head to look at the clock on the bedside table, his cheek scraped hard against something that felt like rock, and he realized he’d never made it home. There was a ring sitting there, too. The one that he’d put on Addie’s finger. God damn it. “Addie.” He grabbed the ring and croaked her name out, trying to get his hands and knees under him so he could get up. He could see the truck when he opened his eyes. Please, God, let her be in there. The engine was still running, the lights on. The door open. He struggled to his hands and knees, a wave of nausea hitting him hard. He hung his head for a few seconds, breathing, then surged to his feet, gagging as he stumbled to the truck. “Addie! Addie, you here?” He knew she wasn’t. Knew it, because she’d have come for him. Jesus. He sank down on the seat on the driver’s side, his head throbbing like a bass drum at a Friday night game. He swallowed, trying to make his brain work.
