Page 57 of Possessed By Shadows

“You must have been up for a while.”

“I couldn’t get back to sleep…”

Fuck. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. You needed the sleep. I needed a distraction.”

“But watching my brother’s recordings instead of sewing?”

He shrugged. “Curiosity.”

Killed the cat, but I didn’t add that. He had obviously found something. If he hadn’t, he wouldn’t be so tense. “Show me.”

His gaze met mine, expression guarded, and so much worry in his eyes that I couldn’t help pulling him back into my arms and kissing him. “It’s fine.”

“Nothing is ever fine. Hasn’t been for years,” Micah grumbled. “I’d like to uncheck that box, close that door, not have the red pill…”

“Sorry.” These days I was certain I’d been born this way, rather than awakened to it. Lifelong incidents, gone unexplained, suddenly making sense over the past year, like reality had been frayed a long time. “Wish I could give that to you. How bad is it?”

Demons on film? The Death monster thing eating my brother? Somehow, I thought Micah might be more concerned by that. He tugged out of my embrace and retrieved the camera, hooking it up to his laptop. He had a handful of time stamps written on a piece of paper. I sat down and began with the first stamp, queuing up the feed and finding Lukas setting up the camera, focused on a corner in which he seemed to plan to hang out. I paused it and reached for the headphones, trying to catch what he said. Micah passed them over and sat down on the futon, not watching. It couldn’t be too bad, could it? I tried to focus back on the screen and what my brother was doing in an abandoned school.