I thought he was about fir to get up and grab some water.
Instead, I heard something else.
His voice. Barely above a whisper.
“Lord… I don’t know how to handle this. I don’t want to hurt Mia… but I’m scared.”
My name.
Mia.
It was like someone poured ice water straight into my chest.
I stayed still. My eyelashes didn’t even twitch. He thought I was asleep, so he kept going.
“If I tell her… I might lose her. But if I don’t… I know I’m wrong.”
My fingers curled under the blanket to stop them from trembling. My heart pounded so loudly I was sure he’d hear it.
Lose me?
For what?
What had he done?
He shifted on the bed, the mattress dipping, then a moment later I heard his footsteps leaving the room. The door opened softly, then clicked shut. A few seconds later, his voice floated down the hallway from the living room — cracked, defeated, talking to himself like a man cornered by his own conscience.
