"Leila " the forceful voice of a woman yelled into my ear. "Leila, wake up! We have to make the funeral arrangements!"

Groggy, I forced my eyelids to open as sunlight streamed in through the window, too bright.

"Leila!"

"Leave her alone," a male voice said. "She's been through a lot."

Yes, that was Rodger, Steven's father. I was suddenly wide awake as I sat straight up in bed. Suddenly, the events of the night before flooded into my mind. My God! Lance! I ...