Chapter 36
Etan gazed around the strange bedroom for several seconds, trying to figure out where he was. Walls covered in pastel flowers, comforter on the bed frilly and pink. Neither their house nor his parents’ house was so elaborately decorated. Alex was snoring softly beside him in the narrow bed, though.
His parents.
Etan looked at the bedside table, where a clock covered with plastic flowers and balloons told him it was nearly ten in the morning. A small prescription bottle told him why he’d slept so hard, enough that his left arm was numb.
He saw orange light, felt painful heat. His ears still felt muffled, but he heard his own breathing along with those faint, sweet snores.
His father had died in that explosion.
Etan groaned, turning back toward Alex and his warmth. Connor Gr
