My breath shuddered before I forced myself to look away. I stepped out of my room, suddenly thirsty, but I halted when I caught Esme's door half open.
"Esme?" I pushed the wood, poking my head to see. "Sweetie?"
Esme wasn't on her bed, so when I walked in fully, I found her at the window nook, eyeing the house across the street while nibbling on her nails.
She flinched when she heard me and jumped on her bed using the covers to hide.
"You saw nothing!"
My mouth hung open for a while. I'm startled.
I cleared my throat and sat on the bed, pulling the covers to reveal her face.
"Am I in trouble?"
"You were watching that house, weren't you?"
"Mister King lives there, doesn't he?"
Mister King?
I couldn't help it as a smile touched my lips.
"I think so... maybe. But peeking is bad." I pinched her little nose.
"Can I see him tomorrow?"
My heart skipped a beat. "W-Why?"
"Because I have questions for him."
"What kind of questions?"
