NAÏVE

MATEO

Lucas’ high-pitched whine of a laugh bounces around the walls of Kieran’s room like a helium balloon. Kieran’s actually in the next room over, but it still manages to pierce through. I grab a pillow and chuck it over my face, squeezing it against my ears in an attempt to drown him out, but then Kieran starts giggling. His laugh is exactly that – a child’s giggle. It bubbles out of him, and you can’t help but smile too.

I let the pillow fall to the side and let the sound wash over me. It’s rare, these days.

I’m not nearly as blind, deaf nor as naïve as he thinks I am. I know that they’re talking about m