CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
One week later …
When I got up in the morning in the room of the hotel my parents and I were staying at, the very first thing I did was look out the window. Specifically, I looked up at the sky and was relieved to see that it wasn’t green. Some people might have found that odd, but after the events of last week, I was taking no chances.
Sitting up on our hotel room’s fold-out couch, I looked over and saw Mom and Dad were sound asleep in their queen-sized bed. It was early in the morning—the sun was only just starting to peek out over the horizon—but it was also a weekend, so Dad didn’t have work and when Dad didn’t have work, he didn’t get up early. Given how much stress Mom and Dad had been under since we’d been forced to move out of our house, they deserved it.
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