Chapter EighteenA low and long grumble of thunder overhead draws me out of my sleep. It takes a few seconds to identify where I am, reality leaving me instantly disappointed and making me wish I was at summer camp gaining s****l experience under the guidance of a sexy older counselor instead of fighting with Myles.
With my brain still sluggish under the spell of slumber, an innate reflex shoots my arm out from under covers to grab the monitor, checking to see if Jess is awake. Through a cracked eyelid, the black and white grainy image shows a chubby toddler laying sideways and on top of her blankets. Putting the monitor close to my ear, I can hear a solid pattern of snoring, confirming that I can stay safely under covers for the time being.
The outside daylight is minimal, black clouds a
