Page 132 of The Song We Lost

Not clearly.

Just flashes.

Lights.

Voices.

A room that felt too small, like I couldn’t breathe.

My hands shaking.

A glass.

Always a glass.

I look down at my hands now.

They’re still shaking.

“Phone,” I say.

Dave’s expression shifts.

It’s subtle.

“No.”

“I need it.” I croak.

“You don’t.”

“I need to call…”

“Her?” he cuts in.

I don’t answer, the only sound is my ragged breathing…

Because yes.

Because always.

It will always be her.

Dave sighs. “Luke,” he says, quieter now. “You’ve called her enough.”

My head lifts.I have?

“What?”

He holds my gaze. “You’ve left messages,” he says. “A lot of them.”

My stomach drops. “What did I say?”

Dave doesn’t answer right away. Which is worse.

“Luke…”

“What did I say?” I repeat.