KINGSLEY
I watched Harper study for over an hour before I left that night, and it’s because I was dreading what would follow.
By the time I decided to exit her room, she’d fallen asleep on her reading table and I didn’t know when I tiptoed up to her. I didn’t know why and I I didn’t understand why I spend minutes looking at her sleeping face.
When the emotions I got from watching her became overwhelming, I left even though I didn’t want to. And then, I walked as light as a feather to avoid waking her. It was when I was soundly in my room without my father tearing me away for a torture session that I realized what I’d done.
For some odd reason, I’d cared enough to make an effort not to wake her on my way out and that bothered me. Every odd behavior I’d taken up concerning her of late w
