Aimee’s pov

No matter what I say to the little guy, he always keeps his mouth closed, just nods or shakes his head.

It's hard to coax the little guy to sleep by telling a story. I'm tired too.

The little guy grabbed my clothes and wouldn't let go. I simply took a chair and lay down beside the hospital bed to sleep.

The next morning, when I woke up, I was wearing a windbreaker coat.

Don't think about it. I know it was Penn who put it on me when I fell asleep last night.

I sat up and subconsciously looked for the figure of the man in the...