e hospital room was the
at me, my career cru
-up wife, Sarah, and our sullen so
er voice devoid of warmth, talking about my
sleeping with for years,
, the money diverted, my childhood h
ar to a "new mechanic," and how, as I lay dying, Sa
her face inches from mine, "And Billy... Does
lly turned away in disgust
lie, a crushing w
I ga
was in my living room
rah, looking exactly as
voice sharp and fina
starting point of my nightmare, but
range, shimmering number hovered above he
ove his head glowed a stark,
as reborn, armed with the truth, and th