Chapter Seventeen
I’m up early on Friday morning, partly because I have an early lecture, but mainly because I want to check on Adam. I put on my glasses and slippers and go into his bedroom.
He isn’t there.
Seriously? Aren’t people supposed to get hungover and sleep in late after they drink too much? I wander around the house until I find him in the lounge. He’s dragged the couch across the room so it’s sitting in front of the fireplace. The fireplace which—I see when standing on tiptoe and looking over the back of the couch—has a fire in it. We’ve had wood sitting in the grate for several weeks now, waiting for our first winter fire. I thought it would be at least another month before we lit it, though.
Without saying anything, I leave the lounge and head to the kitchen to make one m
