40 Philippe
Philippe sits in the chair next to the bed, playing absentmindedly with the edges of the blanket. Shauna hadn’t been asleep for long when Manon had come back with a pitcher of water. He’d woken her, and she gulped down a few cups before falling right back asleep. She isn’t snoring now. She’s even too exhausted to toss and turn like she had when they were traveling. Manon had come back a few minutes later, her eyes wide. “They decided to bump up the test,” she had whispered through the door. But she wouldn’t say why. He glances at Shauna, again considering waking her up. No, I shouldn’t. She needs the sleep, he thinks, even as his own eyes long to shut. The unease slowly builds into a landslide. He bounces his foot up and down, clicking the heel over and over.
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