Two weeks later, Jessica was at the hospital, sitting next to Christopher's bed. She had stayed up with him all night. He wasn't expected to make it through the night; she thought she wouldn't make it through the morning. The irony of it was that despite all the friends and women and people he was with now, it was only her that was here now, her alone. It wasn't the drugs, either, that did this; it was a simple car accident-his brand-new car from his family, just like that, brakes stopped working on a twisted road outside the city.

Jessica didn't know how she could have stopped him; had she know, she still didn't think she could have known how to save his life.