A few days have passed since Anthony took us to the graveyard, he's spent most of his time in his room when he does come out he doesn't speak. Amelia had just gone down for her nap when I see him sitting in the garden, he sat with his head in his hands looking like he was talking to himself. I debate whether to go out there or not to check, I was running different scenarios in my head of what not to do. I mean it might make him angry, but if I don't go he might get offended that I didn't, I feel like I've had this mental talk with myself before.
I decide I probably want to know what's going around the mind of the person holding us, I slowly make my way towards the sliding door where he sat facing forward. Unfortunately, the glass was too thick for me to hear what he was saying to himself, I wait a second before slowly opening the door, which alerts him so he turns to look at me.
