When I was a kid, my brother, Jack, always used to peep under my door at night. It wasn't anything pervy, I figured he just wanted to snitch on me for sitting in my closet reading by flashlight after bedtime.
My parents and I shared a wall and they would argue most nights, so, I always knew where they were in the house. It's hard to lose track of two people when they're screaming at each other.
when we moved into a smaller house, I learned the truth.
My parents were fighting one night and my brother and I now had to share a room. I realized it wasn't Jack peeping under my door.
It never had been.★
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