As he started the engine and pulled onto the road, his thoughts drifted, not to his weakness, but to how lucky he actually was.
He survived.
It still didn’t feel real sometimes. That deep coma, that horrific witchcraft that had trapped him in a void of nothingness, it could have ended differently. It should have ended differently.
If it weren’t for Livia…
His grip tightened on the wheel.
If she hadn’t reached him, if she hadn’t pulled him back from the abyss, he would still be there. Trapped.
Slowly withering away, losing himself to despair, his mind breaking apart piece by piece.
He exhaled sharply and shook his head. No. He wasn’t there anymore. He was back.
But coming back wasn’t enough. Today has made something painfully obvious. He had too many weaknesses. He had spent so muc
