Chapter 25 Unwelcome Visitor

• My sleep was scarce. I had this wakefulness that leaves you feeling more exhausted than if you had just finished a marathon.
• Neither of us had left the bed even after the radio in Juan's pocket had crackled with the comforting tinny sound of “ all-clear.”
• We lay there on the vast white expanse of his mattress in the gloomy quiet of his massive bedroom. There was a steady throbbing presence of his heat next to me even though we weren't even touching—not even a foot or arm brush.