I wake the following morning in my own bed. I tucked Angel into her bed last night and then left the room, refusing to give in to her look of desire. I needed time to think.

I stared into the darkness until the early morning hours, when fog finally overtook my thoughts and I passed out. I'm worried about Angel's nightmares, but I didn't wake to her screams, so I figured the sleeping arrangement worked.

I roll over and place my bad leg on the floor. When my foot brushes ...