A Hidden Illness

The bed made a loud racket as it was being moved.

Clara waved her hand at him anxiously. "Kaelen, are you crazy? It's the middle of the night—you're going to wake up everyone downstairs."

"It's fine. If they come up to complain, I'll just tell them that the person I love really wants to sleep next to me tonight. I'm sure they'll understand—after all, they have their own loved ones, too," he said.