Chapter 16

“Watching you,” I said.

“Creepy much?”

I wiped my eyes with the heels of my palms. “When you were a little boy, I spent hours in your room every night, watching you breathe, as if I had to make sure you were.”

“I know.”

“You know? How? You were always sleeping and you were too young to even remember.”

“Oh I remember. I heard you every night, but I was pretending to sleep so you wouldn’t go.”

I blinked. “All this time you knew? You could feel me in your room?”

“Yes. I told you. It takes one to know one.”

How did I miss that? I knew I’d been making a lot of mistakes with him since his mother was killed, but it looked like I’d been missing thing way before that. “What do you mean you were pretending to sleep so I wouldn’t go?”

“I thought if I woke up, you’d think you were disturbing my sleep and you wouldn’t do it again…and I didn’t want you to stop. I liked it. I liked when you were there. It was like we were having a conversation with no words, in a language only the two of us could un