By Becca
Chapter
Four
Cecile
sat up on the sofa, an afghan falling off her lap. The wails from her dream
only became louder. She stood, confused not waking in her bed but in the main
room.
“I’m
sorry, dearie. I didn’t see you there.” A voice came from behind, loud so as to
be heard over the crying. Cecile turned and saw Mrs. Harvey sitting in the
rocking chair cradling her youngest child. “I hoped to not wake anyone if I
took Benjamin out here. Still waiting for Dax?”
Cecile nodded; sleep clinging to her eyes. The
walls were so thin in this building everyone had probably heard Benjamin’s
wailing. It didn’t matter though. Light reached through the dirty window and
spilled onto the floor in small squares. Everyone would be awake shortly. She
reached for the afghan, mindlessly folding it and draped it over the
sofa.
Wait, he wasn’t here? Cecile went to their door,
opening it quietly. Dax’s mat on the floor had not been slept in. Why
hadn’t he come home last night?


