CHAPTER 77

Tobias and I sit together silently for a few hours, binge watching a series on TV about a murder house. Occasionally one of us will make a slight comment when things get a little gruesome or exciting. There's a bowl of popcorn nestled between us on the couch and the sun is beginning to rise outside causing it to create a soft glow inside the room.
It's early hours in the morning and the birds begin to sing their song. I yawn and stretch my arms over my head, shifting in position to...