Chapter 15

He’d changed his life in the however-long-time I’d been Dane’s prisoner. He was working at a modeling agency, showing off his ass in sexy underwear. He had new furniture. He also had a boyfriend, who lived with him: TJ Mezinine.

I settled in.

I would be healthy and alive again.

Time is what I needed.

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And I needed sleep. Twenty straight hours of sleep. Thirty straight hours of sleep. And when I woke up, I ate soup and a slice of unbuttered bread. I drank about a gallon of water. Then I went back to bed and slept. Another twenty hours. Another thirty hours.

I didn’t dream, though I felt I wanted to. It was vague sleep, empty of life, limitless and gray. Nothing moved. No one spoke. It was sleep that occurred after life. Death’s sleep.

If I didn’t wake up, well, I wouldn’t have cared. I was ready to die. I was ready for whatever else God had in store for me, honestly.

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