I lie there for a long time. Minutes? Hours? I can’t be sure. The whole time, I’m willing my eyelids open, begging and pleading with my body to cooperate. It’s an epic fight, but I manage to get them parted. Just a crack.
Just enough to see a face hanging over me.
Another face. Familiar. Comforting. Beautiful.
I must be dead. That’s the only reason I can think of for why I’m seeing Anton.
Tears slip from my eyes. I’m not sure if I’m sad or relieved. But if he’s here with me… death won’t be so bad.
The doctors keep telling me her body is strong. But Jessa still hasn’t woken up since I found her. Even in the moments when her eyes flicker open, they stare unseeingly at me before fading shut again.
“You can go rest if you want,” Dr. Mathers says, walking into the suite in her light blue
