She couldn’t really sleep. Since Dakota needed the rest a thousand times more than she did, Ken spent much of the night keeping watch or napping lightly. She remained at his side, curled up in a soft chair, with a clear view of the driveway from the darkened room. If he needed anything, she’d be there. And if someone showed up? Well, Yuuki wasn’t wrong. Ken would do whatever was needed in order to ensure she and Dakota escaped without a scratch.
Luckily, morning came with not so much as a strange noise or suspicious vehicle to play on her imagination. She let him sleep in. No doctor’s office would be open before seven at the earliest—with most closer to nine—and he would need to take everything slow, anyway. Emergency Rooms would ask too many questions, she thought, as she prepared anothe
