Chapter 16
Rob woke up alone, with the covers pushed back and the sheets cold. He checked the clock, and winced. It was ten in the morning, long past his usual wake up time.
He didn’t bother changing out of his pajama pants as he went downstairs to the kitchen. Aaron and Kayla sat at the table, reading quietly on their tablets and passing a banana back and forth.
“Good morning!” Kayla smiled. “Coffee’s fresh, if you want some.” She grabbed the banana from Aaron and took a large bite.
“Thanks.” Rob shuffled over to the coffee maker and poured a cup. “Either of you seen Jack?”
Kayla nodded towards the balcony, where Jack leaned against the railing, a crumpled pack of Newports beside him and curls of black smoke curling up around his profile.
“Maybe give him a minute,” she said. “Eat so
