Chapter 37

• Leila
• I opened my eyes, my body heavy, as if the air itself pressed me into the thin mattress. Beside me, sprawled on his stomach, was Darren, his hand curled around mine, his breath soft and uneven in sleep. His silver hair spilled across his forehead, catching the faint glow of the bedside lamp.
• My chest tightened. Darren. My Darren. Was this real, or had I slipped into some cruel dream again? I squeezed his hand, just enough to test the weight of reality.