Chapter 15

The first thing I feel is weight. Not my own. His. Liam’s body slams into mine hard enough to knock the breath out of me. Cold water sheets off him, soaking my scrubs, my hair, the thin mattress under us. Something hard digs into my spine. A rail. For one insane second I think I’m back on the highway stretcher. Then I smell salt and rot and mold. The sea house. The overhead light flickers, weak and yellow. The wallpaper is peeled back in curling tongues. Rain claws at the glass. A heart...