Chapter 3

“Can I do anything for you? Get you a cup of coffee or some food?”

Zack shook his head. “No. I’m not hungry. Thank you.” He scrubbed his hands over his face, then turned his head to look at me. His eyes were a deep blue, and they were currently rimmed in red. He was beyond exhausted, which was understandable. “I can’t believe you got on a plane and came here for someone you’ve never met.”

I just shrugged. “She’s my friend. One of the best I’ve got. And it doesn’t matter that we’ve never met in person or that we live two thousand miles apart. She’s the sister of my heart.”

Zack opened his mouth but then seemed to think better of it. He just nodded instead and then leaned back in his chair. He rubbed his hands on his thighs repeatedly, like he didn’t know what to do with them, and then finally heaved a heavy sigh.

His voice was barely more than a whisper when he asked, “Why won’t she wake up?”