BOOK THREE of The Collide SeriesAfter waking up at the hospital last year, dreams of conversations I'd had in my coma were not the only thing that visited me at night. On the nights where I didn't dream of Kain, nightmares ate away at my peace of mind constantly. Most of the time, it would be a vivid reliving of that awful night in July, when I felt my life slip through my fingers like sand.I died that day.Literally.There was this chunk of time that went blank between the moment I heard the cracking of the gunshot and then waking up sixteen days later, gaunt, scarred, and childless. Clearly, I went to hell. And I relived that night in my nightmares at least once a week for the past sixteen months.Book three is told in both Lauren and Kain's points of view.