Chapter 43

  I open my eyes to the morning light coming in through the gap in the curtains, only to see E.J. cuddled up in his Charmander onesie, only his nose and mouth sticking out. He must have pulled the hood over his head throughout the night, and once again I cannot think how anyone would want to hurt this innocence lying next to me.

  “E.J,” I whisper, touching his shoulder, knowing that just like the storm has ended here in New York, our journey has come to an end as well. It’s time to get the hell out of here.

  “Hmmm,” he makes a sound, pulling the hood further over his face, hiding him from view.

  “E.J, the sun is out already…” I whisper again, this time daring to put my hand on his shoulder, touching him softly and hoping that he won’t get a fright.

  “I wanna sleep,” he answers, turning around, ignoring my hand on his shoulder.