Chapter 21
Equations on the Ground IT WAS ABOUT 5:30 Thursday morning when Edward was jerked out of a deep sleep. Groggy, disoriented and in his recliner—sitting upright—he waited for his eyes to focus.
Scattered across the surface of the coffee table were two large pizza boxes strewn with crusts and tomato-stained serviettes. Beside them were two empty bottles of wine. Opposite him, Charlotte slept on the unfolded down futon, a blanket drawn tightly up around her neck. Edward stood up and stretched out the kinks i...
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