MYRA
One week later…
My life at the brothers’ house fell into a routine soon. I’d wake up in the morning and have Hunter bring me breakfast. He’d talk to me and spend time with me before leaving for work. He’d come around in the evening and spend the rest of the night touching and talking to me.
I was starting to get used to it, which was fine for now. Hunter demanded all my focus and attention whenever I was awake. The rest of the time, I spent drifting in and out of sleep, especially after taking my meds.
On nights after Hunter left, I always felt a presence in my room, watching and sometimes even touching me. I knew every time that it was Mateo. He always came to see me in the darkest hour of the night and left silently like a shadow. Somedays, I stared back at him, my eyes half ope
