Wes’ POV

“Hello…? Wes…? Did you butt dial me? Really, dude…today of all days?”

Perhaps it was a bad idea to talk to her while my brain was turned into putty and oozed out of every open orifice on my face. But, the moment I heard her sleep-addled voice, it felt like the overcast of all my troubled thoughts had parted and hope had managed to crack in sunshine bright. The freak squall I carried in me ever since the crash lessened to a harrowed whimper, and ...