I was positive my life was meant to be insane at the best of times.

And I guess I was okay with that.

Demetrius's usual disappearing act didn't happen this time around. In fact, he happily ensconced himself in the basement, hugging me with tears in his eyes when I helped him set up a little space for himself with a "real bed" and "clothes of his own".

One more heartache in a long list of them. But at least he seemed content to stay and I wasn't about to kick him ...