Chapter 59

Marcy slipped back into their bedroom. The curtains were drawn halfway, spilling a weak gray light across the bed. Dan lay there unmoving, his body broad and strong but unnervingly still. His chest rose and fell only because the machines said it must.

Marcy stood for a moment, her hands clasped in front of her, afraid to cross the room. Afraid to see him up close like this.

Dan was never still.