18
Thea finally wakes at 6:51 P.M. The curtains are still drawn, but the sun is up.
That’s the main thing.
I can’t hide the great big grin across my face when she sees me.
“Why are you sitting there?” Thea asks, her words stifled by a giant yawn.
I get up off the chair and sit on the edge of the bed, taking hold of her hand. “Just making sure you’re all right. You’ve been asleep for most of the day.”
Frowning, clearly thinking that I’m joking, she leans over and squints at the time on the bedside clock. Her mouth hangs open in disbelief when she sees how late it is. “Oh my God. It’s nearly seven. I can’t believe it.” She sits back against the headboard, clearly in a state of shock. “How did I get in your bed? Did you carry me in?”
“Don’t you remember? You came in here at two this mo
