watch him and I wait for him to speak, but his breath deepens as he drifts to sleep. I am scared to sleep. I don’t want him to wake up and do anything rash. I don’t think he realizes how important he is to me. I didn’t even realize how important he is to me. At least not until now. Not until he told me his story. I know why he didn’t tell me the truth. His guilt, for one. But he was also worried I wouldn’t trust him or I’d be afraid of him. I’m way past that, though. I was afraid when he first arrived at the cabin, but I know who he is now.
