Blake and Myles left the school gates together, neither of them speaking for the first few minutes.
The afternoon sun hung low enough to soften the heat, and the sidewalks were crowded with students heading home. Some laughed loudly, others scrolled through their phones, and bicycles occasionally rushed past.
Compared to the noise around them, the silence between Blake and Myles felt oddly comfortable.
"Blake."
"Yeah?"
"Do you need help at home?"
Blake raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
He looked up at Myles, genuinely confused.
'Why is he asking me that?'
His expression didn't change, but his thoughts did.
'Did he figure anything out? But how would he manage to do that?'
The more he thought about it, the more he came to the conclusion there was truly nothing to notice.
He'd hidden everything pretty well.
He used the incentive spirometer in the bathroom for about five minutes during lunch. It wasn't exactly suspicious. Besides, Myles hadn't followed him.
