The next morning, Luther woke up without even opening his eyes. After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he yawned and went to use his cold hand to wake Joshua.
But no matter how he searched, he couldn't find him.
Luther blinked in astonishment, fully awake now. He turned to Justin and asked, "Where's Joshua?"
Justin looked puzzled. "He's awake already?"
Puzzled, indeed. Typically, Joshua waited for someone to wake him up; if no one called, he could sleep all day.
By now fully awake, Luther instinctively looked down, frowning. Henry was staring at the wall, lost in thought. But at that moment, soft black hair peeked out from under the blanket, brushing against his neck.
Luther asked in a low voice, "What's going on with Joshua?"
Henry didn't look at him and replied, "He's sleeping."
Luther clicked his tongue, a sense of unease stirring in him, though he couldn't explain why.
Joshua couldn't climb into someone else's bed unless he was sick and needed someone beside him.
