Chapter 122 Dave Of AlcÂNtara Ii

• They made me sleep in Father Killian's room, which made me believe that he wouldn't come that night. As I walked through his room, I opened the closet and saw a few pieces of clothing. I found myself hugging the fabric of his shirt and smelling it. It was madness, a total gesture of insanity ... Or love.
• I put on his t-shirt and lay down on his bed, certain that it didn't smell like him, since the sheets smelled like freshly washed clothes.
• I didn't think I could close my eyes and fall asleep so quickly after everything that had happened to me that night. But I did. And I figured it was because I had occupied myself both physically and emotionally with the miniature people.