Chapter 156

“Why have the bananas all gone black?” They weren’t only black—they were soft and mushy as well. I wrinkled my nose at them.

“Tyrell…The weekend is over. It’s Monday evening.”

“Excuse me? It’s Friday.” He shook his head, and for a second I felt like Rip Van Winkle, only somehow I’d managed to lose a few days instead of twenty years. “How is that even possible?”

“After that attack on your dreams, Adam had to put you into a deep sleep.”

“Yeah?” I thought about it. “Okay.”

“That’s all you have to say?”