It seemed impossible to sleep after armed, armored men had burst into your bedroom, but once the shakes went down and some warmth stole back into her extremities Zoe crashed almost between one breath and the next.
She’d slept like that before, most notably in an abandoned gas station out on Route 385 the night after fleeing Bea and Hall City, and once more on a Greyhound bus going south after leaving Royal. Then there was the first squat in Marquette getting raided by the cops; she’d just barely escaped that sweep and passed out that night in a homeless shelter off g*****a Avenue.
It helped that Jack had insisted they both just lie down for a moment, if Dad needs us he’ll call. The question of just how Trevor would do that hadn’t occurred to her at the time, nor had she wondered why they
