Chapter 93

~Frey~

It’s peculiar, waking up to the quiet morning hum in our new place. There’s no sound of cars and motorcycles passing by. No dust from the street and the construction site, and I didn't hear Jonah’s snoring, and there was no shaking of our bunk bed every time he moved.

I blinked at the ceiling. It was spotless gray, not a hint of water leaks when it rains. Then, there’s the ghost of Vaughn’s