I got some sleep. That's not a lie. I can't tell Noah the whole truth, or tell him that it's been longer than he thinks, that I was worried about him. He's got enough to deal with as it is.

All I can do is get in another nod and a smile, a hurried hug in return, and then Noah fades from sight. After a second of standing there, I turn around and head off down the street.

I hope he'll be okay.