“You haven’t been sleeping well,” she says. “When do I ever?” “When you slept next to me. You cried out the first week in the woods. After that, you slept like a little baby.” “Is this you inviting me back?” I ask. “I never told you to leave.” She waits. “So why did you?” “You distract me,” I say. She laughs lightly before drifting back to walk beside Pax. I’m left confused both by my response and by her words. I never thought she’d care one way or the other if I left. A stupid smile spreads on my face.
