Chapter 4
Funny how they could share a perfectly normal evening after everything that had happened — Uber Eats brought over some enormous burgers and an equally huge side of garlic parmesan fries from Slater’s 50/50 in Old Town Pasadena, and she and Michael sat in front of the fire and stuffed themselves. No wine, just water, and that was fine, too. Afterward, they surfed around on Netflix, watched a few episodes of some silly baking show, and then decided it was time to crash. Lord knows, Audrey still felt as though she’d been hit by a truck, and figured a good night’s sleep was exactly what she needed.
Why, then, was she lying here awake as Michael breathed deeply next to her and the digital clock glowed in the darkness, telling her that it was now exactly eleven fifty-two?
She didn’t
