I first noticed it in class.
I was never a heavy sleeper, the slightest noise waking me up from the depths of unconsciousness.
It wasn’t until about 34 hours later — I was well into Virginia at this point — when my old man’s story nudged its way into my consciousness.
I wiped the sleep from my eyes. The clock across the room glared red, 3:32 AM. Who could have possibly texted this late at night? Reaching across the pillow, I picked up my phone from the end table.