I walk upstairs to my room and pause outside my door remembering something. I have stalled this thing for almost a week now. It’s Thursday today and I have to talk to him. I think over Matthew’s mood at the dinner table and presume that it was fairly normal and composed. So, I walk over to his room and knock twice on the door.
“Come in.” I hear him mumble.
I turn the knob and open the door. I step inside tentatively and shut the door behind me. He is on the bed with only his sweatpants on. He has his laptop perched upon his lap and does not bother to give me a glance. Walking over to the bed I fiddle with my hands and wait for him to look over at me.
He lifts his eyes to me and raises his eyebrows. “Yeah?”
I bite my lip nervously and sign. “I wanted to ask you something.” He nods for m
