The Brother I Shouldn’t Want
That didn’t make sense either.
“You’re overthinking,” Sheila said, snapping me out of it. “You probably did it in your sleep. It happens.”
Maybe she was right. I let out a small breath and nodded, even though the feeling didn’t completely go away. I had been exhausted lately, more than usual, pushing myself too much, taking extra shifts just to stay busy, just to avoid thinking about things I didn’t want to think about. It wasn’t surprising if my body started reacting in strange ways.