But something is wrong. The thought hits me, clear and sharp and undeniable. I don’t understand it, don’t want to understand it, but something is wrong. With me. With everything. But what?
Thought: what if this whole perfect life that Torey is living right now - the one he so desperately wants to keep - is all in his head and he's really in a coma back in Vancouver? And that's why he can't remember the last year - because it never actually happened... Oh that would be so sad. I hope I'm wrong.
