28The milk bowl outside my door was empty when I woke the next morning. It was also upside-down. I had no way of knowing if Ghost had drunk it dry and flipped it over, or another animal had done it, or something or someone else had upended it and spilled the contents.
But I hoped Ghost had drunk his fill. And I hoped I hadn’t driven him away for good. I couldn’t stand to lose contact with anyone else just then.
Speaking of contact, I checked my voice mail for messages as soon as I woke up...but there were none. I couldn’t call Luke yet, either; I’d gotten up at five in the morning, which would be two A.M. West Coast time. As anxious as I was about Luke’s radio silence, I thought it would be better to wait and try again later.
Instead, I made coffee, showered, fixed my hair, and dr
