Chapter 224

I don't know how we ended up lying down and hugging. I don't feel my soul corrupted because I still can't fully grasp that he is of my blood. His chest rises and falls so slowly that I wonder if he has fallen asleep. But Hugh is awake, staring at the ceiling as if the explanations of why our parents hid something so important were located there.
Because it wasn't a lie like Santa Claus exists (although I believe in anything that brings me gifts) or that the Tooth Fairy (that's what I decided to call it because I found it funny how they called it in Argentina) is the one who takes our loose teeth.
They hid something unhealthy.