He sighed, staring at me like I had asked a very personal question. He rubbed the back of his head and looked behind him.
“Who told you about it?” He asked me. “Our mother?”
“She brought it up.” She told me. “Just like she told me that you were going to touch me.”
He shook his head and walked out of the bathroom. I followed right behind him, trying to keep up with his pace. Dale walked a lot faster than I did, so it was like I was running instead of walking after him. He descended down the stairs and headed into the kitchen. I poked my head into the bedroom to make sure Alias was still sleep. After that, I headed down the stairs into the kitchen, where Dale was beginning to make something to eat.
“Why won’t you talk to me?” I asked him. “
