XXVIII

Dylan

“I’ll sleep in the guest room. You sleep in here, Kaiya,” I say as I lead her into my bedroom after dinner.

We ordered Kaiya a small wardrobe worth of clothing and I know she is comforted by my scent, so this is a good space for her. I also ordered her some more feminine body wash and other hygiene products. While I love the fact that she has my scent all over her, she is entitled to smelling how she wishes to.

Work kept me busy today, between company business, meetings and pack business. I didn’t get the chance to formulate when and how I am confronting my brother about what he has done, but I am certain he knows I have Kaiya. I need to confront him about everything.

“Kaiya, I know you are still not feeling all that well and I am certain you have nightmares, would you like me to read to you until you fall asleep?” I ask.

She pauses to think for a moment then replies, “Go get into your pajamas while I get into mine, then we can choose a book, but please, give me my space.”