He has one memory that haunts him most. A voice. The voice of an angel encouraging him to wake up, to heal, to move on. So real. They told him it wasn't real though; that it happens to comatose patients all the time - drug induced dreams that have no rhyme or reason.
The voice that never visits his nightmares. It's reserved for rare, pleasant dreams, providing comfort needed for a peaceful slumber. If he only knew who it belonged to . . . The Chauffeur is a standalone read, though enhanced by "Saari, Not Sorry" for an even deeper understanding and love for the characters throughout this book. Recommended for mature audiences due to subject matter and content.