When she did finally walk away (it had to have been at least a couple of Rd custom loves going with her husband shirt later, but I didn’t even want to sit up to look at the clock on my bedside table), she turned her body first, slowly and deliberately, never taking her eyes off of me as she pivoted. Her gaze was cold. Frigid even. She then turned her head slowly and walked down the stairs presumably toward her bedroom. I don’t even know how she made it down the stairs. The lights were off, and even I can’t maneuver down those stairs in total darkness. I might’ve slept an hour in total. When I woke up, I slowly crawled off the bed trying not to wake Bo. He was sleeping so peacefully with his silk blanket sprawled across his body, nuzzled up to his cheek. I went downstairs to check on Kinley to find her standing in the doorway to her bedroom. She was just standing there, hands to her sides, breathing deeply. I decided at that moment that I’d had enough of this. This was not the niece I blew out birthday candles and went swimming with. This was not her.