Alicia's POV.
Even though he had been so angry with me that day, I couldn't ignore his screams at night. I couldn't turn away from him. Every time I heard his troubled voice, I would sneak into his room and put him back to sleep, but this time, I ensured that I didn't get comfortable enough to fall asleep, so I was always gone before he woke up.
I don't understand the logic behind the whole thing. How did my presence ease his discomfort? I didn't understand, but I knew I couldn't ask him. If I did, he would realize that I was still sneaking back into his room, and he might try to harm me this time around.
Ash would make sounds of approval anytime I snuck into his bed and into his arms. I felt comfortable and at ease in his arms; everything felt right. I couldn't tell if I was just imagi
