Chapter 63

Aunt Billy continues through the cabinet, the rustle of papers the only sound in the room. Every now and then, Dan shifts beside me, settling his body closer into mine, and I scoot back until I’m right up against him. He’s looking at me, I know it, because I can feel his breath tickle like a feather over the back of my neck, and he keeps a hand on my arm, rubbing a smooth place in my skin with his thumb, over and over again, a circle just above my elbow. It’s a barely-there touch and I find myself drifting back to sleep, my headache ebbing away like the sea at low tide.

The noise of the file drawer rattling shut wakes me. “Michael,” Dan murmurs, sitting up.