21
Once inside their room, Wilt sat Delco on his bed and bent over to study his face. ‘How are you feeling?’
‘I’m okay. Different. Tired.’
Wilt smiled at Delco’s slightly stunned face and patted him on the shoulder. ‘Rest. Whatever it was the Sister did, she did it to all of us. I don’t think she meant to either. We can talk about it in the morning.’ He looked out the window, the grey dusk sky just beginning to darken into black.
‘What are you going to do?’ Delco’s voice was faint, as though he were already drifting off to sleep.
Wilt pulled the blanket up over Delco’s shoulders. ‘Don’t worry about me. Sleep.’
As soon as he said the words, Delco’s eyes closed and his breathing dropped into a slow, steady rhythm.
Wilt turned to the open window and pulled himself up onto the sill. He
