Dane
He became aware of himself, but not his surroundings first. A groggy, sick feeling that had him rolling over, searching for Lila's warmth. But it wasn't there. He sank back into sleep before he could form the question.
Then he woke again, still drowsy, but able to open his eyes. The light coming through the window was bright. Afternoon daylight bright. He blinked, but his eyes ached and he had to close them again. There was movement behind him, but before he could turn over, he'd dropped back into sleep again.
He didn't know what time it was when he finally opened his eyes, this time with his back to the window. He blinked several times, his vision blurred at first. But it cleared with each blink, and then when he rubbed them.
He heard a soft sigh to his left and tensed.
He was in his father's building.
Lila was gone.
Chris had gotten in.
