Zachary lit up his phone to find Rebecca squeezing into his arms. "Rebecca?" he called out.

She made no response.

The sofa was small, and Zachary had been pushed to the edge. When Rebecca shifted, he instinctively caught her hand, pulling her close. Such a small space—one move and she could fall off. Was she sleepwalking?

*****

The next morning, after the heavy rain had passed, Montra City's air was incredibly fresh.

When a ...