Alexander nodded again with his majestic animal head, as if inviting me to do whatever I pleased.
“Please. Go rest.”
Right—why did I keep forgetting that this was my house?
I went up to my bedroom quickly and slammed the door shut. I stood there for a moment beside it, my ear pressed to the wood. The exhaustion forced me to lean my elbow on the doorknob, and the air slipped out of my lungs in a long, drowsy sigh full of doubt.
At that moment, I couldn’t say I missed my beloved silence. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, the house creaked. Logical enough—it was a cabin with a good portion of logs, rustic and somewhat old; the materials expanded and contracted with cold and heat. I have no idea how many times I slept with one eye almost open, worried by the noises. Yet right then, wh
