“I could hear her crying — Elizabeth — but I couldn’t get to her. I felt Sailor’s hand on mine, but I couldn’t grasp it. I heard mumbled voices, some unfamiliar and some I’d never forget. The imagined weight of Sailor’s hand skimmed along my arm until I could no longer feel it. The sound of Liz’s soft cries, her cheek on my stomach, I could almost feel her tears on my skin. I tried to speak to her — to lift my hand in the dark. I needed to touch her, to feel her, to see that I was still real. Th...e weight of my body trapped me, and my voice was silent. I wanted to fucking scream. I wanted to hold my girl, to tell her I was here, to see my daughter, and to feel her hand on mine again. I struggled to move; I tried to yell, kick… fucking move my damn finger. Nothing. I wasn’t sure how I was breathing, but I knew I was still alive. She was my light, and I had to figure out a way back to her. The voices around me eventually died down and then it was silent for a while. The room was quiet except for Elizabeth’s even breaths.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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