9 Chapter 9

Around them, the darkness seemed to stretch forever. Curled into himself, Ange murmured quietly, “Night.”

No response. He didn’t expect one, but it would’ve been nice. Burrowing into his pillow, Ange tried to clear his mind and get some sleep. He’d think about what to do with the kid tomorrow—things would be clearer then, they always were…

From behind him came very faint sobs—Tyler crying into his own pillow, trying to be quiet. “Tyler?” Ange turned and touched a trembling shoulder that shrugged away. “Hey. Hey now, it’s okay. You hear me? It’s going to be okay.”