By two in the morning everyone else was gone.
Owen with his head on the table. Harper curled on the couch with her grandmother's notes open on her chest like sleep just took her mid-sentence. The fire had burned down to almost nothing. Just a soft warm glow left in the corner.
Mason was still awake.
So was I.
"You should sleep."
"So should you."
"I don't really sleep."
Something about the way he said it made my chest pull.
"How long ago."
"Three years."
Three years of sitting at windows alone at two in the morning. I didn't say that out loud. I just sat with it for a second.
"Come sit down."
"I'm fine where I am."
"I know you are. I'm not asking because something's wrong." I kept my voice soft. "I just don't want to be the only one awake right now."
He was quiet for a moment
