I couldn't remember how long it took for me to fall asleep. My mind just wouldn't shut off as I was weighed down by my own thoughts and secrets. After what felt like a second, I woke up to Mr. Atkins knocking at our bedroom door.
"Dad?" Noah asked, groggily, still half asleep like me. "What is it?"
"It's time to wake up." He stated. "Get dressed and come eat breakfast."
"It's too early. Let us sleep a little longer." I could hear Noah flip around in his bed.
"Noah. I won't repeat myself." He left and I could hear him knocking on the twins door and having a similar conversation.
Noah and I both got up; him in his pajamas and me still in my clothes from last night.
"Do you think he knows?" I asked, worried. Mr. Atkins used his 'strict' voice and sounded like he was controlling his anger.
Noah shrugged and started to pull out some clothes for the day. "Maybe. He sounded like he did. We should hurry."
