" Hey,” he says.

I feel foolish for being out of breath and standing over him. The moonlight cuts a line down my chest. “Hey,” I say.

“Checking on me?”

“I couldn’t sleep. Scottie. She’s in the bathroom.” I stop talking.

“Yeah?” he says and sits up.

“She’s playacting.” I don’t know how to say it. I don’t need to say it. “She’s kissing the mirror.”

“Oh,” he says. “I used to do some messed-up things as a kid. Still do.”

I feel wide awake, which always makes me angry in the middle of the night. I’m useless without sleep. I can’t get myself to go back to my own room. I sit on the end of the bed by his feet. “I’m worried about my daughters,” I say. “I’m worried there’s something wrong with them.”

Sid rubs his eyes.

“Forget it,” I say. “Sorry for waking you up.”

“It’s going to get worse,” he says. “After your wife dies.” He holds the blanket up to his chin. "

― Kaui Hart Hemmings , The Descendants