Chapter 53
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
Big people are fighting. I hear them over the sounds of the shower. It’s a girl and a boy, and I clap my hands over my ears, my body crunching up.
I need to hide. If I stay small enough, they won’t be able to find me.
I get stiff, waiting for them to come kick me.
I have to get smaller and stop breathing. Then they’ll forget why they were mad. They’ll forget, and I can be a big boy again.
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