Waking Up to Five Years Later
When she woke again, she was lying on a hospital bed.
The damning images from the black box surged back into her mind. She yanked out her IV needle in a blind frenzy.
A nurse, catching sight of her wild struggle, quickly restrained her, shouting for a doctor to sedate her.
"I want to see Kurt…"
…
I was at home, recovering, when my phone wouldn't stop ringing.
My mother, finally unable to bear the noise, urged me softly.
"Who keeps calling? Could it be something urgent?"
I glanced at the glowing screen. That number—I could recognize it with my eyes closed.