And then there was Jamie – his face filled with fear as he peered through the window of Randall’s room, contorted with rage by the roadside and tight with pain at her hurtful words. He was undeniably real, more real to her than anything had ever been. Perhaps that was part of the problem. For some reason, Jamie consumed her senses so completely that her surroundings often seemed irrelevant. But she could no longer afford to disregard them.