Chapter 45: Moms Are Nice

Toby was still sleeping, which wasn’t a surprise at all considering everything he’d been through the day before. It was so strange to see him that still. Ordinarily, he wasn’t in the same place for more than a few seconds, and even though Everly had had all night and day to think about what had happened to him, that didn’t make it any easier to see him now.

Greta walked them into the guest room where Toby was sleeping. It was a nice room, with cream paint on the walls and a full-sized bed with a pretty off-white bedspread. There was cherry wood furniture and a large television. If Toby was awake, he’d probably scratch up the furniture or pee on the beige carpet, just to let everyone know this was his room. The paintings on the walls were nice outdoor scenes. Even the guests who stayed in the Greys’ house had it pretty nice.

“Here we are,” Greta said. Flowers sat on the table next to the little rolling bed Toby was in. It