A Poor Student Stepped Into The Wrong Car Until He Learned The Truth

tired to care.

“Noah,” I murmured, half asleep.

“Shh. Just taking you to bed. Sleep.”

“Thank you.”

I didn’t see him lay me on the mattress or pull the blanket up to my chin. Didn’t see him stop at the door and look back. Didn’t hear him whisper, low enough that it might have been imagination:

“How am I going to let you go?”

In the morning I woke with the continue reading …