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His frown disappeared as his eyes met hers. “More sure than I’ve been of anything in my life. But that doesn’t mean we won’t die. They say the longer it takes someone to wake, the less likely they will. It’s already been too long for me.”
No. Elizabeth refused to die. Not like this. She wouldn’t let a car accident take what not even cancer could.
Because she had too much to fight for.
Her kids.
Her dad.
Even this sad actor in front of her. He might not have hope, but she was a pro at creating hope out of nothing, so she could make it for both of them.
“Nick, I need you to look at me, listen to me.”
He did as she commanded, his hazy gray eyes telling her too much.
Yet, she couldn’t stop. Not now.
“We don’t know each other, and we probably won’t like each other, but right now, there is no one else. I will not let us die. Do you hear me? We have lives outside of this crazy mental prison or whatever it is, people who love us. Tell me right now if you don’t have it in you to fight.”
“And if I don’t?”
“I have enough fight in me for both of us.”
8
NICK
Why did he even have a rental car?
Nick tried to remember more of the party in the hours before his accident. He needed to know the decisions he’d made.
There was no way he’d have gotten behind the wheel after drinking.
No. Freaking. Way.
Yet, Liz seemed to think he had.
After their talk, she’d explored the house with wide eyes that seemed to see everything at once. He wanted to ask her what the place had meant to her, why she’d come here in her coma, but they weren’t friends. They didn’t know each other. She didn’t owe him her truths any more than he owed her his.
Yet, she was here. In the time he spent alone, he’d wanted to talk to anyone who wasn’t in his head, but now that he had the chance, he wasn’t quite sure what to say.
How do you feel about almost being dead?
Does this house hold your best and worst memories too?
Do you know what’s at the bottom of this very lake?
“Don’t you mean who?”
Nick jumped at the sound of Stephen’s voice. “Stop.”
If all his brother wanted to do was torment him, maybe it was better not seeing him at all.
That thought was fleeting because the truth was, he didn’t care what Stephen said as long as he was here.
Stephen planted his feet and crossed his arms. “I see you aren’t alone anymore.”
Nick glanced toward the kitchen where Liz rummaged through cabinets. “I don’t know if that’s a good thing.”
