Chapter 18Arlo went around the house in nothing but his pajama bottoms, touching his plants and humming as he brushed his teeth. He needed to sing to calm himself, but he didn’t want to when Nash was there watching his every move.
“And you’re fine? Didn’t even throw up?”
Arlo shook his head and went about brushing his teeth some more. Why hadn’t he? His vision had gone black, as had his hair, but he was fine. A little shaky, needing away from Ellis but not away-away. He didn’t dare trust the hope wanting to take form. If he didn’t have to run as soon as he’d healed someone, he could stay. He could live here.
His peace lily needed water, so he walked past Nash to get some.
Nash slid a finger along Arlo’s arm, making him jump, but he gave Nash a smile around his toothbrush.
“Why don’t y
