Chapter 42 A New Morning

• The next morning, or rather like three hours after I saw Beau, Mia and I leave our room. Mia is her bubbly old self, grinning so wide, dimples form in her plump cheeks. I look like the crypt keeper. I’m delusional with the lack of sleep. So much so that I run into someone in the hallway.
• “Shit, sorry,” I grumble. I’m expecting the gruff bark of Archer or something sarcastic from Beau but I hear neither.
• “Oh, don’t worry!”