Crow
“Morning sleepy heads.” The sound of Chloe’s sing song voice was loud in my sleep addled brain, a stream of sunlight hit my face as the curtains were pulled, bright light filled the room.
Groaning I turned. Falling off of the bed with a bump.
Behind me Ty giggled. What the hell sad I doing asleep in Tys small bed? Groaning again I sat upright, looking up at Chloe as she tried to hide the smile on her face at seeing me in a heap on the floor.
It came back to me in a rush. How Ty had cried not to be alone last night. And how I climbed up next to him , pulling him close against my body. He had been scared and no one in their right mind could blame him for that. He had been let down so many time s in his short life by adults that had been meant to protect him.
He wasn’t sure of m
