I didn't sleep at all that night. I sat in the comfortable armchair in the corner of Leon’s room, watching him. The room was dark, lit only by a small nightlight shaped like a star.
Leon was sleeping, but it wasn't a peaceful sleep. Every few minutes, he would toss and turn. He kicked his legs under the superhero sheets. He made small, whimpering sounds, like a puppy having a bad dream.
It broke my heart to watch him.
When we were at the cabin two years ago, he used to sleep like a rock. He was peaceful. Now, he looked like he was fighting monsters in his sleep.
I bit my lip, feeling a wave of guilt wash over me.
Did I do this to him? I wondered. Am I the reason he is so scared? Is he having nightmares because I left him?
My mind was spinning with theories. I felt like l was trying t
