Elara
To deal with the awkward situation, Dominic volunteered to sleep on the floor.
I felt guilty about it, but what choice did we have? I found some extra blankets in the closet and made him a makeshift bed on the carpet.
"This should be okay," I said, trying not to feel like a terrible person. "Get some sleep."
In the middle of the night, coughing woke me up.
I opened my eyes and looked down. Dominic was curled up on the floor, shivering.
I looked at the thermostat. The air conditioning had shut off. The room was freezing, maybe 40 degrees.
I felt guilty looking at his thin blanket.
[What if he gets sick? Will that be my fault?]
"Hey, Dominic," I touched his shoulder.
His amber eyes opened right away. "What?"
"You should sleep on the bed. I don't want
