It was not a dream; the floor creaked as someone shuffled across it. I held my breath and peeked through the half-open eyelid of one eye. A pale, yellow glow illuminated Bethany"s sleeping form, and I knew the door was open behind me.
I lay quiet. My ears pricked to the sound of footsteps and a stifled cough. Every muscle in my body twitched, urging me to roll over. I was desperate to know if the late-night visitor was Jasper. But my imagination proved stronger than my desire, and I did not move. It might just as well be Cecil, a little voice inside my head warned. In the same moment, a familiar smell wafted toward me, and I was glad I"d stayed still. The pointy nail file I"d slid under my mat came to mind.
It might just as well be CecilMy fingers searched under the edge of the foam pad
