Jayden just shrugged and he leaned his head against Isaiah's shoulder. "Can I stay in here with you tonight?" he asked quietly. He used to sleep in Adrian's room a lot, stretched out across the floor beside Adrian's bed. Adrian was gone now, and Isaiah was the only person Jayden had left. "I keep having nightmares. The ones about Mom again."
He didn't remember much about their mother, but he had seen enough photos to know what she looked like. He constantly dreamt of her death while he stood on and watched, unable to change it, unable to stop it. On occasion it was Richard who murdered their mother in front of him, and sometimes it was a faceless person. A car crash. A fire. The medium changed, but the end result was always the same.