chapter 27
James lay beside Sabrina, unable to sleep. She was half-in and half-out the quilt, dead to the world in her sweat pants and hoodie. He closed his eyes and remembered how he’d wake next to Josephine and roll into her, press his face into the back of her neck and inhale her. And in the early days, she’d stir and they would wake each other in new ways.
He groaned and rolled out of the bed. In a pair of sweats and his old gray and blue Jacob’s High sweatshirt, he staggered down the dark hallway to the Great Room. Anisha slept curled beneath a blanket on the couch surrounded by journals and letters, her arm flung over her face as though she was trying to hide from what she’d found. He had planned to sit and write, to get himself grounded through the words of James Fraction circa 20
