Chapter 14Something wet and rough was rubbing up against his face. Starting awake, Henley cracked an eye open and froze, not quite sure of anything. He raised himself up on his elbows and looked around at the room. Ciccio was sitting by his bedside, waiting for him to rise. He’d been licking his face.
“Hey, boy,” Henley said, petting the dog’s ears and head. He was here, in Mason’s house, hours from the city, and that felt simply amazing. “How are you, buddy? Where’s your sister?” Henley spotted Fortuna peering shyly into the room. She was much more careful than Ciccio was. “Hey, my lady. Come here?”
She wagged her tail and trotted in and then trotted out again before he could pet her. Henley laughed and checked his phone. It was seven A.M. The sky was overcast. He heard some noise, mayb
