He spent the entire next day in bed, sleeping restlessly and dreaming things he couldn’t remember when he woke up. He didn’t even get up and open the door when Emma came knocking sometime before lunch, but she didn’t let that stop her and let herself in. He hid under the covers, but she didn’t come upstairs. When she left, she called out to him and told him she’d brought soup and ordered him to come by the next day or she would send Hank to get him.
By nightfall, he had to surrender to his growling stomach, so he pulled on his sweats and padded downstairs to eat something. As he stood by the bench, preparing to heat up the soup, Hank’s big truck approached.
“Great,” he muttered but didn’t attempt to hide again. He figured he wouldn’t get away with it twice in one day.
But Hank didn’t tu
