CHAPTER 17: The lie.
I am awakened by gentle movements on my shoulder.
"Little Rora, wake up."
I open my eyes, sleepy.
"Tyler?"
"Give me space," he murmurs, pushing me aside in bed.
"What time is it?" I glance at the window and see that it's still dark.
"Maybe four in the morning."
I bring my hands to my eyes and try to focus on my brother's face, who is lying on his side with his body in my direction and his eyes looking at me.
"What are you doing up at this hour?"
Tyler looks at me closely, his face scrunched up as his gaze wanders all over my face.
"Have you been crying?"
I tense up at his question.
"No," I imitate his position, but I put a hand under my face to make myself more comfortable. "What are you doing awake?" I ask again.
His face doesn't stop puckering and I kno
