Chapter 8Connor opened his eyes to a bright, sunlit bedroom. A too-bright, sunlit bedroom. It hadn’t been that bright when he’d opened his eyes in the morning since, well…ever. Not even after he lost Megan, and everyone was telling him to stay in bed and get some sleep. Not even in the longest days of summer. So why was it so damn bright? He looked at the clock on the bedside table and his eyes widened. Nine-thirty? How could it be nine-goddamn-thirty already? He tried to pull off the sheet, hissing and kicking his legs to disengage from them when the sheets proved uncooperative.
“Ow.”
Blake’s voice startled Connor. He turned, just as Blake turned to face him, and they stared at each other.
“You kicked me.”
“I…” Connor blinked, and that helped clear his memory. Suddenly he was remember
