“I don’t know… but I think we need her.”
He didn’t need to say more. It felt as though if I didn’t get to her—if I wasn’t near her—I would die.
So I did the most foolish thing I’d done in a long time.
I climbed the wall, following the pull of her scent. When I peered through the window, there she was—sleeping, her back turned to me.
I opened the window and climbed inside.
Damn. It had been a long time since I’d done something like this. Not since I was much younger, sneaking out of the house out of boredom, wandering aimlessly, only to climb back in through the walls to my room before dawn.
But on one unfortunate day I was caught, my father beat me mercilessly. He kept shouting, asking what would happen if someone saw me and mistook me for my brother.
Even now, I still don’t underst
