When I force my eyes open—with the same effort it would take to wake from a century-long slumber—I find myself in a room that feels eerily familiar. It's identical to last time: the same wide bed, the same furniture, the same IV drip, and the same small tubes feeding blood into my numb, aching body. My mind is foggy, my thoughts a tangled mess.
Only one thing is different, but it makes all the difference: I am alone. And yet, it's night. After the battle with Robert Lekhtor, Dr. Amanda Clegg told me that Brianne and Clare never left my side, staying with me every single night of my recovery. But now… they're gone.
