A Good ManChapter 44 Awake
It was dark when I woke. The room was cold and unfamiliar. I lay on my back, which was unusual—I normally slept on my side. Recently I’d been sleeping spooned up behind Clarissa, which was heavenly. But not this time. This time I was on my back staring at the ceiling. I turned my head to the side slightly and that’s when the pain hit me. Everywhere, and I mean everywhere screamed its agony, overloading my brain until all it could do was shut down. And everything went black. It was dark...