Stevie had loved
curling up next to Grant in the dark that night and had wanted to savour it.
But with his arms wrapped around her, making her feel more safe and protected
than she had felt since she was a kid, when she used to crawl into her parents
bed after a bad dream, she had dropped off to sleep before she knew it. However
in the early hours of the morning she started awake. At first she wasn’t sure
what had woken her but as she sat up and listened she felt movement coming from
the man in the bed next to her. Reaching over she turned on the bedside light
and looked at Grant. He was tossing and turning and as she watched for a minute
she heard him mutter a name, Leah. Her
chest tightened. She didn’t know who Leah was but the fact that he was dreaming
about her, worried her.
Moving onto her knees she reached
out and shook him awake. He started and said “what? ” before his eyes opened.
As his lids lifted and he looked
at her, she said “you were dreaming.” Then unable to leave it unspoken between
them, needing to know for her own peace of mind, with a worried expression she
added “about someone named Leah.”
Grant rubbed his hands over his
head “damn” he said. Pushing the sheet aside he sat up and lowered his legs over
the side of the bed.
Stevie didn’t move and when he
didn’t speak she said “please Grant who is Leah?”
Grant rested his elbows on his
thighs and lowered his chin onto his hands, but he didn’t speak.
And when Stevie had just about
given up on him speaking he did but what he said didn’t make any sense. He said
“not is.”
Stevie frowned “sorry?”
“Not is” he said again “was. She
was my sister.”