Chapter 15

Bradley woke sprawled on the cushions, unsure when he’d fallen asleep. Apparently he’d been smart enough to turn off the music at some point. He stumbled to the bathroom first, then back to the couch. He didn’t feel great, but the rum still sat on his coffee table, untouched, so he’d probably dodged a proper hangover, which was just as well. He yawned, pulled back the curtains to late morning light, and glanced at the time.

After eleven. Still early enough to walk down to the farmers’ market, see what was left at the food truck, and enjoy his freedom a little. He showered fast, pulled on comfortable, casual clothes, and grabbed his wallet and keys, stopping at the box he’d left in front of the door. It took a moment to dig out a marker and write the word FREE on it. He left it on the curb and continued toward the park.