SorenPatton is already at the kitchen table drinking coffee when I sit up from the couch, blinking into hazy midmorning sunlight. My body rejects the idea of moving, my joints popping and head swimming for several seconds before I fully rise and stumble to my feet. He hums a laugh, but his eyes are on a newspaper spread out across the table, which he keeps so clean and polished I can see my reflection in its surface when I sit down. “What time is it?”“Almost eleven,” he says with a small yawn, flipping a page. “Didn’t feel like waking you.”“Is she up yet?” I blearily reach toward the window to pull the curtains closed against the intense sunlight pouring directly into my eyes, but Patton beats me to it, then rises to fetch a coffee mug from his tidy cabinets. “Not yet–”I rise, turning for the stairs.“I already checked on her,” Patton admends, clicking his tongue at me. “She’s fine. She’s still asleep.”I grip the top of the chair, scanning his face for inconsistencies in his st
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