Chapter 7
Lennon slept in his own bed that night. He hadn’t been so sure he’d ever see his bed again only a few short hours ago. His body felt better, thanks to the nanobots he’d designed and the nice warm shower he’d had after he got home. His belly was full and he’d even indulged in a glass of wine.
He should be celebrating.
He should at the very least be able to get to sleep. He lay in his bed in the dark, conscious of the photo in the frame next to his bed. He hadn’t taken it down. He should have by now. It should have been the first thing that he’d done when he walked into the room, after he’d come in to find that the lover he’d mourned for was alive and well and hadn’t existed at all.
Instead it stayed where it was, mocking him and reminding him of his own idiocy by turns. He cou
