Epilogue
“What time is it?”
I check the time on my computer. It’s 3 a.m. and Ethan is standing in the corner of the doorway to my bedroom, half asleep, rubbing his eyes.
“Almost three. Did I wake you?” I ask. Keeta picks up her head from where it’s been resting heavy over my feet. She’s been glued to my side ever since I came back, determined not to let me out of her sight again.
“No, just had a dream.”
“A good one, I hope.” I stare at my boyfriend, smiling at him suggestively.
I expect him to smile back, say something playful. Instead, he frowns sleepily, remembering whatever visions woke him. “No, not good.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not really. Come to bed.”
I glance again at my desk, where I've been finishing up a new song to share with the boys. The next band practice
