By Kenneth Miller
From Reader's Digest
July 2007

An Empty Bed

Early on the morning of April 23, 2006, Fawn Locklear* fixed herself a cup of coffee, then padded to the guest bedroom to see if her older brother was awake. She hoped he wasn't. A complete inability to sleep for nights on end was one symptom of his illness. Until a couple of years before, when a car crash left him in a two-day coma, Freddy, 28, had been a warm, outgoing guy -- a medical equipment salesman who loved to travel, socialize, play football with his nephews and tell an uproarious joke. Although his broken bones had mended, he'd grown increasingly withdrawn and irritable, and he sometimes muttered incoherently about imagined enemies. He'd lost his job, given up his apartment and taken to staying with family members in Fayetteville, North Carolina.

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