After she left, he headed to bed and fell into a deep sleep. It was nice to see him so peaceful.
I stayed away from him overnight, finding rest in Jen’s bed, but in the morning I had to go hurry things up. It looked like Diego had at least one bad dream in the night—not really surprising for a guy just out of prison—and he was a sweaty mess sprawled across the sheets. For the sake of his recovery and dignity, I decided to give him a prod before anyone else could see him that way.
He was beyond grateful to wake in the guestroom, still a free man. He was up and in the shower in no time, and clean and dressed when Shauna came to collect him for breakfast.
She stood in the doorway, wearing the pendant over her pajamas and holding Angel in her arms. “Come on, Johnny’s cooking, so take a few
