6 and a half weeks. 45 days. That's how long I've been in my coma-like state. I still have dreams of Avery, all alone, and I still can do nothing about it. But something has changed, though. If I try really hard, I can make myself move. Nothing major, just little things like raising my fingers or wiggling my toes.
Luke says that the "Princeps" keeps trying to ask about me, whoever that is. All I know is that I have to wake up. I need to help Avery. Why can't I wake up?
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FantasyTaylor was so excited for this road trip. She got to plan everything out, and she's driving. But when things don't go as planned and she's flung through her car windshield, she gets to go on a new adventure: life after death. Just as she's finally g...
