Finlay

They didn’t have much trouble going to sleep.

Sixteen hours on the road and a short night of rest before that made it easy to be swayed by the soft mattress and dark, quiet room.

They’d settled on back-to-back and, last he’d remembered, that’s how they’d remained for most of the night. That was not the case when he woke up.

Finlay’s alarm on his phone went off and, before he’d opened his eyes, he knew ...