I stood up to leave. “I can go now.” “Shannon.” Johnny’s hand snaked out and wrapped around my wrist. “I don’t want you to go,” he said gruffly, tugging me back down beside him. “I want you here.” He rested a hand on the bed right behind my back and leaned close. “I want you to stay with me.” I shook my head, unable to form a single word. I had a horrible taste in my mouth. It matched the one in the pit of my stomach. Impending doom, I acknowledged.
