“ “How about if I make you breakfast?”While I fixed cold cereal, Andrew sat at the kitchen table and silently stared at the falling snow outside. When I set the food in front of him, he used his fingers to pick wet Cornflakes from the bowl and put them into his mouth.I gently smoothed down the wild peaks of his hair. “You should use a spoon, honey,” I said.He blinked. “Oh. Right.” He picked up the spoon and resumed eating.I knew from experience that this walking dead state could last for mo...nths. A terrifying thought. I hardly dared leave Andrew alone in the house since I worried he’d turn on the stove and forget to turn it off again or fall asleep in a bathtub full of water.“Cassie?”“Yeah?”“I just remembered that I hate cold cereal.” He pushed the bowl away and dug the palms of his hands into his eyes. “I’m really tired. I think I’ll go back to bed.”He’d been sleeping anywhere from twelve to fourteen hours a day, sometimes so deeply that I held a mirror under his nose to make sure he was still breathing. “How about if we go to a movie?”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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