The End of Me

ROMAN

I drove back to the hotel, lay on my bed and stared at the ceiling.

The room was quiet. The city outside was quiet. There was no reason for me to still be awake.

I was still awake.

She kept coming back. Not in the way that annoyed me, not the way a problem returns when you have not solved it. She came back the way a song does, the way a smell does, without warning and without permis