Chapter 208 Two Hundred Years

• Michael
• Three hours later, in the dead middle of the night, I stand in the doorway leading into the cozy guest room I brought Faye into what must have been weeks ago. I guess that much time has passed since then. It feels like seconds, honestly. I feel like I haven’t had a chance to catch my breath since the moment she barreled into my life.
• Now, she’s lying still and prone in the bed covered in at least six quilts–all thick and stuffed with goose down. A normal, warm-blooded person would be sweating profusely, but she’s ice cold.