I jolt upright when my alarm goes off and squint at the numbers, convinced they must be wrong. But it is official—the four hours of sleep I’ve had are all I’m going to get. My insides vibrate with tiredness as I drag myself out of bed, gather my bathroom supplies, and go into the house. Greg, Phoebe, and the boys have gone to the early service at the Greek Orthodox church, so the house is empty. On the drive to Tarpon Springs from the airport, Greg told me I was welcome to attend church with them, but I have no interest in God. Especially when it seems he’s never really had any interest in me. When I’m washed, dried, dressed, and caffeinated, I walk down to the shop. As I pass Alex’s boat, I wonder if he fell asleep thinking of me the way I thought of him. But mostly I wonder if he’s lucky enough to still be sleeping. The shop is already open when I get there and Theo is counting money into the cash register. He looks up and smiles. “Hey, Callie, I’m Theo. Pick out a shirt.”
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