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Joel started back to consciousness and found himself staring at the ceiling above the couch.

How long had he been asleep? He’d planned to get school stuff sorted before they headed into town but he’d been distracted, his mind full of questions.

It’d been a week since that night at The Point and it seemed so surreal now. He wanted to tell himself that he’d imagined the whole thing with the singer…