Chapter 22

• I sat on a bed that was bigger than my half room in my apartment. On the table beside the bed was a stash of drinks, bars and snacks. I wondered if anyone would be offended if I packed those to take with me when I went home.
• Home. Did I still have one? And what was I doing without Erin? I had no job, no way to pay rent.
• All this quiet was bad for my internal morale. Didn’t these people watch television? I hadn’t seen one on either side.