Chapter 94

Room three reminds Ryan of an adult playground with its waist-high parallel bars, huge rubber balls scattered about, the floor covered in thick mats and a two-way mirror along one wall that reflects the room back to itself. There’s a bench to one side where Dante steers him, taking a seat as they wait for Tish to show up. “So this is it,” Dante says, his voice hushed. He looks around like a little boy, eyes wide, trying to take in everything at once.

“Welcome to hell,” Ryan mutters.

Dante laughs and takes his hand. The nurse didn’t follow them into the room and the door’s still open, but he leans over and kisses Ryan’s cheek as if they’re alone. “When we get home, I’ll kiss away the pain,” Dante promises him. “I’ll massage your back and legs, how’s that? And make you forget all about this place. What do you say to that?”