mickey-deez
I sneak through the house, my socked feet make no noise on the hardwood. My heart's racing as I reach his door.
I knock lightly. "Please, please let me in," I whisper and tingles shoot through my body in anticipation. I listen and can hear footsteps through the door.
The door opens slowly. He looks tired, worn, as if he hasn't slept in days.
"I can't, I can't do that to him, you know that."
I look him in the eyes as I brush past him into his room.
"What if he never has to know?"