For the next hour, at different points around the house, Cav slowly moved into another position, crouched, waited and watched.
By the time 3 a.m. arrived, he’d made a full circuit, convinced that the only thing moving were the insects, the bats and predators deep in the jungle.
The dog that had been barking had stopped. The rustle of the leaves against one another as a thunderstorm moved in their direction convinced him to go back inside.
Inside, Cav closed the door, locking it. Frowning, he remained tense as a faraway sound drifted toward him. What was he hearing? Cocking his head, he realized it was coming from Lia’s bedroom, or close to it.
He moved silently down the hall and halted abruptly as he saw Lia. She was in a light blue cotton gown that fell to her knees, and she was walking back and forth between the bedroom and the kitchen. Her eyes were wide open.
What the hell?
Cav watched her. Although her eyes were open, she wasn’t blinking. Confused, he wondered if she saw him. She was breathing hard, her hand against her chest, just walking back and forth.
Sleepwalking? Was that it? Cav’s gut tightened over that possibility. Lia’s hair was mussed, making her look very young, and the open neck of her gown revealed her slender collarbones and long neck. Then, he saw long scars on her calves and her arms, which she kept hidden by day. She was walking to the sink, washing her hands, drying them on a towel, turning and then walking to her bedroom.
He heard her whimper from time to time, saying nothing he could make sense of. Cav watched her wash her hand five times in fifteen minutes. Now, he was convinced Lia was sleepwalking, because if she were really awake, she’d have seen him standing here in the doorway of the kitchen.
Cav felt Lia’s pain. How many times had his mother told him that she’d found him sleepwalking as a child? Far too many. Cav never remembered any of those times, but his mother had smiled sweetly at him, fluffed his hair and said that she’d had a conversation with him while he was sleepwalking. Cav never recalled any of those conversations.
He just wished he knew what Lia was whimpering about. Her sounds were like those of an animal caught with its paw in a painful trap. He saw her brow scrunch and heard her breathe fast and hard. Then, she was washing her hands, again and again. What had happened to her?
His mind moved back to those times when his mother would gently tease him at breakfast the next morning. “You were sleepwalking again,” she’d tease, and then asked,” Don’t you remember talking to me?”
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