Simon gazed at her, her eyes wide and bright with compassion. She was his sister, his baby sister, no matter how she grew. He would rather live in torment for the rest of his life than burden her with his troubles.
“No choice,” she reminded him as she tapped her head. “I can hear.”
Simon placed a brotherly kiss to her temple. “Then I won’t bore you by repeating myself. Go to sleep.”
-- WORKING IT THROUGH - Part Three by Chazzer