The following morning, I sleep in but Dillon is up and running since the early hours of dawn. He's been walking in and out of the bedroom and I don't give him much attention because I know that if he wanted it he'd wake me up for breakfast or something.
So instead I lie in bed with my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep. When Dillon leaves the room again I open my eyes and scan the room to find the reason behind his running up and down. On the desk there are a few files in silver folders which look very secret. They say curiosity killed the cat…
I stand up and walk to the desk at which the files rest at. They aren't tagged or named. They are just folders with nothing on them. I open one of the files and find a fine print essay like page. It's full of words, all so small I have to squint
