CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Four years ago …
“Noah!” Simon yelled, practically screeched. “More tuna, please! I’m starving!”
Startled, I looked up from my desk at Simon’s bed in the corner of the living room. He was looking directly at me with a very expectant look and I understood why: An empty tuna can sat in front of his bed. I had just put the tuna can down less than a minute ago, yet it was already empty.
“That was fast,” I said as I rose from my rickety office chair that I had gotten secondhand from the local thrift store. “You might want to pace yourself when you eat. It can’t be good for your digestive system.”
Simon licked his lips. “Hey, I’m just really hungry after a week of not eating much. I’m trying to catch up on all those missed calories. Pretty sure I lost ten pounds this we
