What the f**k noise was that she'd made in her sleep? Sounded like she was severely hurt. She said she was fine but I still kept my eyes on her. That's how I knew that she'd conned me the first time, she'd never been asleep.
Now I'm a pro at this s**t, I did it for a f*****g living. It's one of the ways you survive in the thick of s**t. So why would a young girl without a care in the world need to learn how to regulate her breathing to fool anyone that she was out?
The answer had me jackknifing in the bed and hitting the light next to my bed. "Sit up, I know you're not sleeping." I hated that f*****g wary look she gave me like she was expecting me to hit her or some other foul s**t. I studied her bent head for the longest while as I tried to put my thoughts in order.
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