The sun was actually bright the next morning. Deucalion remembered that the weather guy had said it was supposed to be clear and cold that day. He frowned, his stomach howling more than it usually did in the morning. And then there was no smell of something cooking. Apparently, he'd gotten used to Allison being up before him and making breakfast. He was used to the smell of bacon and eggs.
Sitting up, he frowned, feeling like he was supposed to be angry about something. He rotated his neck, trying to remember yesterday. All that came up was the hardware store and the book store. Hayley had yelled at him about visiting his family.
A sinking feeling was settling in his stomach. He couldn't remember anything after that. Not the drive home or…anything. This wasn't good. He was missing time.
