The hangover had the effect that the dead girl did not. She swayed, and she lost her grip on the glass, and the nurses looked at each other with concern in their eyes.
The missing. The longing. She knew that feeling. She knew that loss, and she did not want it again. The hangover only intensified it, but she refused to cave to it, to allow it to overtake her. If he survived it, the man in the memory, then so could she.
She knew who it was without much thought, though it had been Samantha that had found the letters from Rome. Still, she knew.