Makayla yawned as she came out of the companionway almost four hours later. She grabbed a bottle of water out of the refrigerator and climbed the stairs, blinking when she saw the faint glow on Tyrell’s face from the light of his cell phone. A long white cord was attached to the end of it while the other ran to the USB port tucked under the rubber weather stops that were installed on the side of the console.
“Hey, thanks for letting me sleep,” she said, stretching. “Everything’s been okay?”
Tyrell nodded and stood up. “Yeah. I thought it would be scarier than it was, but it hasn’t been so bad,” he admitted. “I saw three more falling stars. One of them was pretty bright and lasted a few seconds longer than the other two.”
“That’s cool,” she said, sitting down beside him and twisting the
