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And the longer I listened, the worse I felt.

“So when you say you felt the mattress move,” the doctor said, “you mean while you were falling asleep?”

Lakelyn shook her head. “No. That's what made it weird. I was awake.”

“Completely awake?”

“Very.”

“Had you taken anything to help you sleep?”

“No.”

“Alcohol?”

“No.”

“Any new medications?”

“No.”

The doctor typed something.

Lakelyn shifted slightly.

“And you said this has happened more than once?”

“Yes… almost every night now.”

I closed my eyes.

Fuck.

The doctor continued. “In the same room?”

“Yes.”

“Were you alone?”

Lakelyn hesitated.

Technically?

Hell no.

“I thought I was.”

I opened my eyes again.

That answer hit harder than it should have.

She thought she was alone.

Meanwhile, I had been standing three feet away from her half the damn time, touching her when I shouldn’t have, lying beside her when she couldn’t see me, following her from room to room because after six years without her under my roof, apparently I had forgotten how to give a woman personal space.

The doctor asked, “What else have you experienced?”

Lakelyn exhaled through her nose. “It's going to sound crazy.”