I choose the guest room to sleep in because I don't feel comfortable crawling between Alex's sheets in his bedroom. I lie awake for a long time and think about Alex and Kiley-Alex the killer and Kiley the young, innocent child. I barely know either of them and they've both changed my life. How do I reconcile what's happening?
I never expected to fall asleep, but I jerk awake when the lamp beside the bed comes on. Squinting, I make out Alex resting his hip on the bed beside me. His tie is loosened and he appears exhausted. I fight myself to not reach out and smooth my hand across his face. The agony I read in his expression is a physical ache that hits me hard. He blinks and gains control. Now I want to wrap him in my arms because I know he's masking the pain.
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