MACEY 

I woke up to the sound of something beeping. Soft, steady, mechanical. My mind couldn’t place it right away.  

For a moment, I thought I was still at the restaurant—that maybe Sam was still across the table, sipping her iced tea, rolling her eyes at something stupid I’d said. But when I tried to move, everything around me felt wrong. The smell. The crisp sheets. The weight on my chest. 

A hospital. 

My eyes blinked open slowly, the white ceiling blurring into focus. The ...