Chapter 6

“I don’t have to work tomorrow,” I continued, “so we can talk some more about what you want to do.” I cleared my throat and willed myself to stop babbling, those clear eyes of his searing into mine. “My bedroom is down the hall from the bathroom. If you need something, just knock.”

When he didn’t say anything further, I turned to walk away. “Good night, Thorn.”

I heard a softly mumbled, “Thanks,” as I left the room.

After washing up in the other bathroom, I brushed my teeth and settled in bed. I listened to Thorn moving around beyond my door. Maybe I was crazy having a stranger in my house. I mean, what did I really know about him? He could be a thief or drug addict, and I, the biggest fool in the universe. But somehow, I didn’t think so. He reeked of desperation borne out of bad circumstances and possible abuse. I thought he simply needed time and the chance to find his way again.

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