The shadows merged and stayed together. Crouched outside the bedroom window, Dalton eyed the silhouettes on the shade.

This was almost the evidence he needed. He’d seen them kissing, seemingly innocently, but there was something more sinister going on.

All he needed was one good look and he’d know.

How curiosity haunted him. He’d been suspicious for months. He’d seen something in their little glances, their secretive conversations.

Now, being so close to the truth, he couldn’t stand it. Rashly, he opened the front door. He rushed to the bedroom and threw open the door.

Standing half-dressed by the bed, they snatched clothes from the floor to cover themselves. “Busted!” Dalton thought as he stared.

“Dalton! What are you doing out of bed? It’s an hour past bedtime. And it’s a school night!” His mother scooped him up and carried him into his room.

Without saying a word, Dalton climbed into bed. No answers and more questions. He silently vowed to investigate the mystery further another day.

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