He wasn’t looking at me. Not exactly. His head was tilted just slightly… downward. Toward the space under my bed.

I sat up fast, heart already picking up. Murphy didn’t move.

I whispered his name. He glanced at me, briefly, then looked back down.

I don’t know what made me do it, but I swung my legs off the side, lowered my head, and slowly leaned down until my cheek was almost touching the mattress.