Emma

Noises registered before vision returned. It was as if I were trudging through a fog, a fog in the bayou. Every muscle strained. My body ached as if it had been battered. Each attempt to move was met with resistance and a deep ache and tenderness that radiated throughout my body.

My eyelids blinked.

A blindfold.

My heart leaped.

Rett. I was back with Rett.

Shaking my head brought excruciating soreness to my ...