The last three weeks have been the worst of my life. Sleeping alone in Callahan's bed is starting to kill me, and for the last four days, I've woken up nauseous as f**k. My hand raked through my hair to hold it back from my face, I heave again, but at this point, they're just dry heaves. Ugh, this s**t is the worst. It usually passes by mid-afternoon before I go visit Callahan, but damn if it doesn't make me feel like ass all morning.
Standing up, I flush the toilet and turn the sink on to brush my teeth. Picking up the toothpaste, I groan at the empty tube. Tossing it in the trash, I turn and open the bathroom closet, grabbing another one. As I go to shut the door, a black box with bright colors on the front catches my eye. Opening the door, I snatch up the box and stare at it, my ey
