Chapter 41: The Dawn of the 14-Day Countdown
Myra
It was still dark. The only illumination in the room came from the street light outside the window.
I shifted, my muscles stiff and a little sore, and realized I was still tucked into the curve of Tony’s arm. He was already awake, staring up at the ceiling, quiet and contemplative. He turned his head to look at me, and I saw the sadness in his eyes was gone, replaced by something else. Something steady.
"It’s four-thirty," he whispered, his voice gravelly with sleep.
I sat up, pulling the sheet with me to cover my nakedness—a reflex of the old Myra that felt a little ridiculous now. My eyes felt like they had been rubbed with sandpaper, but the suffocating weight in my chest was gone, replaced by a strange, hollowed-out clarity.
"The
