up on t
asleep on the couch. Under the b
shirt had ridden up a tiny bit and I could see the edge of a tattoo. Or
around my legs like someone tucked it. He must
ridge humming again. That hum is go
hake the couch, and his eyes opened. Right away. Like he wasn't re
oice rough from s
I just... I fell aslee
. Rubbed his face.
u slept. That's... that's good
barely slept last ni
k up. My heart was doing that fast thum
quiet for a minut
" I said. Because 3 AM ma
ea
hat it felt like. To be t
y. Too personal. Too much. We had known each othe
have to-"
ha before me. He... he traded my mom. For a treaty. With the east pack. When I was fou
s. Just
said. Sm
eading a list. "They said it was sickness. But I know. I know it was b
s coming back
. And I meant it. M
ith warm bags getting cold... I thought, not ag
idge h
story. So I just... I reached out. Not far. Just my hand on
k again. Too hungry, too dangerous,
his hand near mine. Close. Not tou
uiet. "I'm not my dad eit
id. And I did
almost touching on a blanket at
oud. On the coffee table
His whole body went tense. That
?" I
dy, blanket falling off. "Jonah's pa
Trucks.
That fast drop aga
here?" My voi
ust boots. "He's trying to... he's trying to show muscle. Because
at me. Rea
he lives ten minutes, I called her. You stay insi
odding too
e stopped. Looked back at me on the couch in his
d down in front of me so we were eye level. S
have to rip every throat on that border myself. You hear me? You are not property. You are
" I wh
ok the edge of my blanket and tucked it tighter around my f
banging open, cold air
hen I went and locked the kitchen door t
rs. The burner phone was dead too,
ouch. Wrapped in th
en far away, maybe, dogs barking. O
ever said that to me before. Jonah always said "don't be dramatic" or "stop o
ait
en numbers - headlights swept across the living
tually stopped for a
g. Passed the house. Dow
her set.
quiet
my knees pulled up, blanket
knock. Not cop k
s me, honey
uge coat, hair in a sleep
oor behind her like she owned the place. "Kael. Sai
d. My voice cracked a
t into a mug from the th
d. "He stands there. Big and scary. And th
ght.
't ask about the blanket tucked or
out himself. Went to the shop in town. The lady there said he stood there for twenty minutes holding up dress
warm. Some
I cry so much now. I used to ne
red, half laughing through t
d, tired r
d cold feet, honey. And no
h
s shoulders now. Or frost. His boots muddy.
I said. Stupi
me, heavy look, checking my face,
eft?" I
said. "They wo
on him, looking at me like I was the only thing keeping hi
go. You two... you two need slee
patting my
r after her. Then h
"I'll stay down here. On the cou
the blanket still tucked around my legs. At his red ears
gain. Like last
nod
th st
feet we
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