"Baby, dinner’s ready. Let’s eat together while it’s still hot."

Rosie’s voice echoed in the cavernous silence of Eddie’s mind, a fragment of a dream that was already dissolving like salt in water. He tried to reach for her, to catch the hem of the floral dress she always wore in his favorite memories, but his arms felt like leaden weights. There was a sharp pressure against his wrists, a coldness that didn't belong in the sun-drenched kitchen of his fantasies.

He opened his eyes, ...