When I got back to the living room, there were cheese and crackers on the coffee table and I heard Melanie running the ice crusher for our drinks. She...brought out three glasses of G&T on a tray and placed them where each of us could reach ours. Then she took the tray back to the kitchen while George and I sipped from our glasses. But instead of taking a seat by her drink, she came up behind me and put her hands on my shoulders. Then she leaned down next to my ear as her hands moved down over my. Being alive in another person's body probably was an affront to the universe. I could understand how that could be true. Accepting that I was responsible for killing Beth Ann was brutal. I wanted to be dead. Not her. Silent tears of grief and shame rolled down my face in the darkened hospital room. I hated myself - hated being alive while she was dead.And then I thought of Brian. Beth Ann lost her only child because my soul hijacked his body. Then Beth lost her life because the universe had. I had to do something and soon. I loved Dan and surely did not want him to leave me if and when he found out. I was sure he would sooner or later unless I told him first. Or maybe there was another way. Don liked to have a few drinks every once in awhile. Maybe if he were to get drunk and when he woke Daryl would be in the bed with us. Or even better still if Don was in bed with this Ruby Jones Daryl has been telling me about. Then Don would be on the short end of the stick. Crazy as it sounded. He got in the driver's side, wiped a few cigarette butts from my seat, and we settled in. He didn't start the truck. "Um... I'll tell you where to go..." I murmured. "What, you think this ride's free?" I froze. "I... I don't have money..." A lie, of course, but I needed this money. "I'm not talking about cash, baby." He smirked. "I remember when my wife looked like you." My eyes widened. "I... I'm not... No... I'm not, um... a hooker..." I looked away, reaching for the door. He grabbed my.