159: Insensitive

I've been having a hard time with Brad.

At first, I thought he was unusually calm for a boy who just found out his mother had died. It was unnatural, and deep down I hoped that he'd react more. Cry, anything. Because in that way, I'd know that he understood the gravity of the situation, and he'd heal over time.

But this.

He's been screaming non-stop in his sleep. It's heartbreaking. This happens whenever he closes his eyes. If he goes to sleep, he'll be screaming in the next thirty minutes. I'll wake him up and he'll stiffly lie on my lap for a while, trying to catch his breath. The bedsheets are soaked with his sweat, and Theo had some men bring tons and tons of clothes for him.

Yes, we've come to an agreement on one thing; we're both looking out for Brad. There's not much she can do since she's in a cast, but she helps in every way she can. He wakes up terrified, with bulging eyes and a shaking frame. I'm desperate. I don't know what to do, and I'm worried that it'll have an impact