We kept our eyes where they belonged.
Hands careful.
Movements slow.
Then Aiden covered her legs with a blanket before any of us could stare long enough to hate ourselves.
Boundaries.
That was the word.
The thing none of us had been given much of growing up, the thing the facility had stolen from her, the thing we would rather cut our own hands off than take from her while she could not tell us no.
Eventually, there was nothing left to do except wait.
Horrible activity.
Zero stars.
Would not recommend.
We stood around the bed like idiots.
Exhausted.
Too big for the room.
Too feral for the soft curtains and the books stacked on her desk and the little lamp shaped like a moon.
Aiden looked at the bed.
Then at Thane.
Then at me.
“No one is sleeping on top of her.”
I raised
