260 Turned Tables

Right on schedule.

"Kyle!" I commented, my mouth fell open as I registered his presence. "What are you doing here?" I discreetly pinched myself underneath the blankets.

Ouch. Okay. This was reality, and I did not hallucinate Kyle standing in front of me. I peered at him more carefully, to check for any secret traces of injury. Other than his dark eye circles, he seemed to be completely fine, standing stably on his own two feet.

But there was a pinched look on his face, as though he had sucked on a lemon.

Perhaps he was constipated and needed something from Nicole. That would have been a more rational explanation for his presence. He definitely wouldn't be here to look for me. 

"Are you looking for Nicole?" Elijah asked. Clearly, he had arrived at the same conclusion as I did, and he wanted to forestall the incoming argument. He handed me a slice of apple and gestured for Kyle to take another. "You just missed her, I'm afraid. Here, have a slice."