SIXTY-NINE
When the sun had risen, I woke alone to the sounds of Nathan speaking angrily with another girl. I pulled on one of Nathan's sweaters and approached closer to investigate, just in time to hear her call him a paedophile and me a child.
His sister. The one who was my age. She had to be. But her words didn't make sense. If he was a paedophile and I was a child, he wouldn't have turned me down last night.
She repeatedly warned him away from me as he protested, refused and defended me.
Inwardly, I cheered.
"Can't you put the coffee away when you're done with it?" she muttered.
He mumbled something about leaving it out for her.
"I don't drink decaf. You're the only person I know who drinks coffee without caffeine in the mornings. Where's the point in drinking coffee that doesn'
