“According to my social worker, the landlord walked in and found me four days later…still clutching her hand. He thought we were both dead when he called the police, but then he saw me blink. Evidently, I didn’t talk for an entire week after. When I finally did, it was because I heard music playing and asked someone to turn the volume up.” A small smile touches his lips. “Come as You Are” by Nirvana.”
