Page 100 of Dreamscape Therapies

Tonight, I’m sitting on Jay’s couch with a glass of wine in my hand while he finishes dinner in the kitchen. I can hear him moving around, opening cabinets and talking to me every few minutes, and every time I hear his voice, I find myself smiling.

Apparently, I’m not as subtle as I thought.

“You’re doing it again,” he calls from the kitchen.

He appears in the doorway a moment later, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. There’s a small smile on his face, and I know exactly what he means.

“What?”

“That face.”

I laugh. “What face?”

“Your thinking face.”

“Well, that makes sense because I am thinking.”

I take another drink of wine, mostly so I have something to do, and he laughs before disappearing back into the kitchen.

For a few minutes, the house settles into a comfortable quiet. I watch him move around the kitchen, and I realize how much I’ve come to love moments like this. Nothing dramatic is happening. No one is trying to drag me into a nightmare. There’s no supernatural crisis waiting around the corner.

It’s just us.

I glance toward the kitchen again. “Hey.”

“Hmm?”

“What’s Shane like?”

Jay stops what he’s doing.

“Shane?”

“Your brother.”

“I know who Shane is.”

“Just making sure,” I tease.

He looks over at me, studying my face. “Why?”

“I’ve never met him.”

Jay gives me a look that immediately makes me suspicious.

“Yeah. There’s a good reason for that.”

I laugh. “What does that mean?”

“It means Shane is… Shane.”

“That clears up nothing.”

“Trust me. You don’t want to meet him.”

I shake my head, smiling. “I think I’d like to.”

“Are you sure?”