She’d planned to sleep in her old bed, but when she stumbled in there after finally saying goodbye to Sam, and promising repeatedly to come over for dinner the next day, she’d found Pearl hunkered down on the flowery bedspread, glaring hatefully and cranking out her broken sounding yowl.

Couch it is.

She’d rummaged around in Gran’s linen closet, found a decent-looking sleeping bag and this time she’d slept hard. Until the sun came up anyway.
Bennett blinks in the light and looks around blearily, but sees no sign of the cat. She sits up and rubs her eyes, blinking down at the lake . It's quiet now, and Bennett wonders again where her cell phone is when she realizes she has no clue what time it is. She looks around the house for a clock and finds the same o...

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