Nate spends the rest of the day with the girls. I wonder if he even remembers I'm here. When they get bored with coloring, they all watch videos on how to fold origami. When they get bored with that, Lia shows him over and over again how she can count to eleven. Specifically, eleven. Well, sixteen, according to her, but she also insists that sixteen comes after eleven.
Then they each show him how they can spell their own name now, or whatever the weird shapes are meant to be.
I make them dinner, and he helps both of them eat. He clears the table, washes the dishes, runs around the living room with them until they finally tire out. For the whole day, he looks like a completely normal person, and not some crazy ass psychopath who wouldn't even bat an eyelid before killing someone in the most painful way possible. He was almost nothing like the psycho who had held me against my will for weeks, bringing me to the edge every day through pain.
