Lainey POV
I woke up the next afternoon with the sun on the wrong side of the room.
It was past one. I couldn't remember the last time I had slept that late. I was still on top of the covers, in my jeans and my boots and my jacket, and the other side of the bed hadn't been touched.
I took a shower. I put on clean clothes. I felt almost like a person.
Then I went downstairs.
He was exactly where I had left him. He was on his back on the couch with his mouth open. The bottles were where I had left them, too, and the room smelled like the floor of The Hollow before I mopped it.
The anger came back, all of it, like it had only been waiting for me to get some sleep.
"Travis."
Nothing.
I kicked the couch. "Travis!"
He jerked awake. He squinted at me, and then he smiled, soft and sleepy
