The doorknob turned, one slow, scraping click, and my entire body went numb. Harrison was off the bed before I could think, crossing the room in three silent strides and pressing himself flat against the wall beside the curtain, with no panic on his face, just stillness.
I yanked the duvet to my chin, smoothed my expression into something resembling interrupted sleep, and waited.
“Come in,” I said.
My mom eased through the door in her champagne-coloured robe, her hair was packed into a messy bun and her face was soft in the low lamplight, beautiful in the quiet way she only was when her guard was down.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” she said, her eyes moved around the room, and something in her shoulders softened. “I saw your light on, so I thought maybe you couldn’t sleep either.”
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