Travis shakes his head. “Nothing. Guy talk.” Cooper won’t look me in the eye. He studies his hands. “I don’t believe you,” I say. “Believe what you want,” Travis says. “Why are you up?” “I heard voices.” Not true. I’m having trouble sleeping. I have bad dreams and wake up feeling scared to death. He coughs into the pillow. “You should be in bed,” I say. “You’re not the boss of me.” An attempt at humor—that’s what I used to say to him when we were kids and he told me what to do. “Want me to get Mom?” I ask softly when his coughing fit’s over. He shakes his head. I feel helpless and useless. Cooper stands. “I’ll take off.” “No, don’t leave,” Travis says. “Just crash here.” Cooper glances at me, but I don’t encourage him. I don’t think he should hang around. Travis is all agitated, and Cooper has something to do with it. “Emily’s right. You should be in bed, not out here talking to me.” Travis doesn’t like the idea.
