A woman with shoulder-length brown hair was smiling at him, pressing a cloth to his forehead. He was resting on a soft surface, his body stiff and sore. He attempted to sit up, but his head was swimming. “Who are you?” the woman asked. Noah opened his mouth to answer. Another voice cut him off. “This is Noah, Mom. He’s our guest.” Noah turned his head to find Caddy standing beside him, her lips pursed with concern. He tried to sit up, but his body was still weak. “Lie down and relax,” she said. “What happened?” “You passed out.” “Did we get all of them?” “Yes. They’re gone for now. Don’t worry.” Noah reclined on the bed, letting his shoulders sink into the pillow. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept in a bed.
