thinned. Families returning from vacations moved with sunburned faces and tired children. The sky beyond the glass darkened from silver to deep blue, and runway lights blinked like distant stars.
Lily fell asleep sitting upright, her head against the arm of a chair.
Owen refused to sleep.
Every time his eyelids lowered, he jerked awake and looked around.
Finally, I sat across from him with two paper cups of water between us.
“You don’t have to stay awake to keep watch,” I said.
His eyes narrowed slightly. “I’m not.”
“No?”
“I’m just not tired.”
“You’ve yawned seven times in ten minutes.”
“That’s not tired.”
“What is it?”
He considered. “My mouth stretching.”
Despite everything, I almost smiled.
“That sounds serious.”
“It is.”
Lily stirred. Owen immediately looked at her.
“She has bad dreams,” he said quietly.
“You help her?”
He nodded.
“Who helps you?”
He frowned, as if the question
