KANE'S POV

I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling like it had answers...it didn’t. It was just plaster and paint like everything else in my life lately, surface-deep and meaningless.

Sleep wouldn’t come, it hadn’t come for days, weeks maybe. Not without the little white pills that dulled the noise in my head and knocked me out.

And of course, tonight, the bottle was empty. I’d forgotten to call the damn pharmacy, again.

I turned to my side, nothing. Switched again, still ...