“Don’t tell Felix,” she whispered. “I didn’t tell him. Didn’t…wanna scare him.” “Didn’t tell him what?” I asked, doing my best impression of Becca. Faye’s hand raised up off the bed and pointed at the door. It wagged a bit, then flopped back down. “He’s in the stains,” she said, lowering her voice further, as if to tell her deepest secret. “He gets up and walks around at night.”
