Chapter Eighteen
Everyone ended up staying at Michael’s until around ten or so, as we were all clinging to these few moments when we could still be together. Lance had said that the next day we would need to keep to our normal patterns as much as possible so as not to attract attention, and that meant Persephone and Paul back at their house, and Michael at his with the unhappy Jeff in tow. And with my apartment trashed, the obvious thing would be for me to stay with my sister, so even the aliens shouldn’t see anything untoward in that.
The daybed in the guest room wasn’t particularly comfortable, but that wasn’t the real reason why I had trouble falling asleep. I lay there, feeling the emptiness of the bed, wanting Martin next to me. Not that the two of us probably could have squeezed in
