“Why? What’s wrong, Dr. Robert?” Callum asks, standing up to his full height, taking a step forward as if he misheard, wanting to understand. I can tell it makes Dr. Robert uneasy with the way she pulls her hands out of her pockets and takes a step back, keeping the distance between them at all times.
Callum notices and stops, fisting his hands at his sides before shoving them in his coat pockets, glancing down at his feet, hunching in to make himself a smaller target.
It bothers me that he does that, and I move to stand up beside him, Luna attacking the shoelaces of my boots before she dances around my feet for a few seconds. That seems to tucker her out until she’s lying down on my foot, which ultimately means that I cannot move for fear of waking her up.
I live here now.
“She’s not
