POV: Naomi
The sun was already beginning to rise by the time I finally gave up on trying to sleep.
I hadn’t slept at all.
Not even for a second.
Every single time I closed my eyes, I saw him again.
Standing in that parking lot.
Alive.
Smiling at me like a nightmare that refused to stay buried.
Dusten Carter.
My chest tightened painfully at the thought.
I sat up slowly on the bed and rubbed both hands over my face tiredly.
How?
That was the only question my brain kept repeating over and over and over again.
How the f**k was he alive?
I had spent almost the entire night searching online like some insane person.
People surviving gunshots to the chest.
People waking up after being declared dead.
Cases of mistaken death.
Miracles.
Conspiracies.
Anything.
Everything.
But in
