When adults think children are asleep, they say important things.I learned that early.Mostly because Daddy carries me after bedtime when he thinks I won’t notice.And because Uncle Devourer is physically incapable of whispering.“I’m telling you,” he said loudly from the kitchen, “the child is definitely listening right now.”“I AM CERTAIN SHE IS,” Guardian answered.Mama laughed softly.I stayed very still against Daddy’s shoulder.Professional strategy.Daddy rubbed my back gently while standing on the balcony beneath the lantern sky.The Quiet Stars shimmered above the city tonight.Soft silver-gold lights drifting endlessly across the dark.I liked watching them.Sometimes they whispered.Not scary whispers.Warm ones.Like hearing people smile.Daddy looked tired tonight.Not sad-tired.Thinking-tired.Adults got that look a lot.Especially when they thought children couldn’t tell.I opened one eye slightly.Yep.Definitely thinking-tired.The city below us glowed softly.Music
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