I close my eyes and try to sleep as well, but worry keeps me up most of the night. I wonder what he's running away from...and if there's anything I can do to help him. Despite his rough exterior, there's something fragile about him too. Maybe giving him a place to stay was the right decision after all.

I jerk awake, startled by the movement and sound of your voice. My heart pounds in my chest as I look around, disoriented for a moment. You're standing over me, looking nervous and guilty. "It's okay," I whisper, trying to calm down my racing thoughts. "What is it?"