Chapter Thirty-Four
Jen
Snoring? Ugh, dammit, Lee—wait. I sat up thinking I was having an unfortunate dream, but the snoring was real. Coming from my right was the worst human imitation of a chainsaw ever, and it was emanating from Dylan. Roll him over, or get up?
Snoring? Ugh, dammit, Lee—waitDylanI looked to the alarm clock. 8:08AM.
Nine hours in bed, so okay. I carried out my morning routine in the bathroom, then escaped that horrible sound, shutting the bedroom door. The only natural light in the public space came from the door to the balcony, so I flipped the wall switch. This functioned nicely as a bachelor apartment, but it really didn’t have the welcoming nature and coziness of somewhere meant to be someone’s home.
homeIf I lived at Beth’s for a while once the boys were on tou
