Chapter 5
Just as he suspected, the bed was cold and felt much too large without Linus curled up beside him. Samson laid there for hours staring at the ceiling wishing for sleep to whisk him away to sweet oblivion. And eventually it must have, for he tossed and turned, tormented in his dreams, always chasing after Linus, but never able to catch him. He was up before the sun, tangled in his blankets and tired.
He stayed there a good long while, unsure of how to face the day.
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Linus found it strange waking up in his sister’s house, squirreled away in the downstairs bedroom, despite having done so numerous times before. Usually Samson was at his side or already in the shower, the sound of running water filtering through the partially closed bathroom door. It would entice him to rol
