Matt and I practiced my sign language since we arrived at my apartment, it seemed incredible to me what a good teacher he could be. Whenever I was wrong, he would pull my hair and I would pull his back. So, we spent about three hours until the door opened, and a very tired Echo came in holding his leather jacket in one hand. As soon as Matt and I saw us, we wasted no time in signing hello at him, he signed back and dropped his jacket onto the floor.
“And that’s my cue.” Matt gave me a hug and kissed my cheek. “Everything’s going to be fine, I promise.”
“Okay.” And even though I wanted nothing more than to believe him I couldn’t help feeling as if the floor opened beneath my feet. “See you tomorrow?”
“Sure.” He winked at me and pulled away. When he reached Echo’s side, he whispered some
