Chapter 11
Caleb
I wake up like I’ve been in hibernation. It takes me a long time to figure out where the hell I am.
The research cabin.
Miranda’s near-death experience.
Fates, how long did I sleep?
I stumble out of bed, only to remember I have no clothes here. Great. Hope she doesn’t mind the morning wood.
I find my way to the bathroom, take a piss and rinse out my mouth with water. By that time, I realize the cabin smells delicious. Like baking sweet bread. I wrap a towel around my waist and pad out to the kitchen. Miranda is sitting behind her computer, watching me with soulful concern. The memory of what I shared with her last night comes back like a dull ache.
“G’morning,” I mutter. “What day is it? I feel like I just slept for months.”
“Just for a night. About sixteen hours,
