Leo turned his head on the pillow. In the dark, he could barely see her face, but he could feel her breath.
"Sorry."
"You talk in your sleep," she whispered. share bed with stepmom
She didn’t argue. She turned off the light and got into the bed alone. But twenty minutes later, when he was almost asleep, he felt a hand reach down from the mattress and touch his hair. Just once. Light as a moth. Leo turned his head on the pillow
She didn’t answer for a long time. Then: "Surviving. Just don’t confuse surviving with wanting." he could barely see her face