TWENTY-EIGHT LIV I woke up the next morning with the unmistakable woolly sensation of having gone to bed without brushing my teeth. I rolled over with a groan and realized I was still wearing my clothes from last night, apart from socks—and that I didn’t have any memory of going to bed. The last thing I remembered was sitting in silence while drawing Warin, neither of us being in much mood for talking… and then my eyelids feeling very heavy. Had he carried me to bed? I grabbed my phone to check the time—half past nine, but luckily I had a late shift—and saw one unread text. When I swiped my thumb over it, Warin’s name flashed up. Roy is in front of your building. He will stay with you until I return tonight. Yup. He’d put me to bed and gotten me a babysitter. I probably should have b

