A voice called softly to me, “Richard.”
I ignored the voice. I wanted to sleep. I wanted to sleep and forget.
“Richard,” the voice called again, and again I ignored it.
I turned over on my side, putting my back to the voice. I squeezed my eyes shut tight, trying not to let the images back in. The images only brought pain and tears.
“Richard, look at me. I can make your pain go away.”
Anger poured over me, through me, and I sat up. I turned to face the voice, fully intending t