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It was disconcerting to wake up in an unfamiliar bed, but it took Ridley only a few moments to remember everything that had happened the night before. At least, she assumed it was now morning. It was difficult to tell in a room that had the same amount of illumination coming through the window as it had when she’d gone to sleep. But she felt rested, so that was probably a good sign that it was now a new day.
She pushed herself up and looked across the small space—but Dad’s bed was empty. Ember, the cat who didn’t yet know she had been named, didn’t seem to be around either. Ridley’s eyes landed on the table between the beds where a small square of paper sat. She picked it up, recognizing Dad’s handwriting.
Going to talk to Christa. Thought I’d let you sleep in a while longer.
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