31Lucas
After being away for several days, I have a shitload of work to catch up on, and I don’t make it home until dinnertime. When I finally walk in, I see Diego watching TV on my couch.
“How is she?” I ask, glancing at the bedroom. “Still sleeping?”
Diego nods, rising to his feet. “Yeah. Like I told you in my texts, she slept through lunch, then woke up for an hour or so, read in bed, and then fell asleep again. I made a sandwich for her, but she left most of it untouched. Oh, and she kept asking to see her brother, but I said you have to authorize that.”
“I see. Thank you for watching her. I’ll let you know if I need you tomorrow.”
Diego grins. “No problem, man.”
He leaves, and I enter the bedroom to check on Yulia. Excessive sleeping is not an uncommon reaction to physical traum
