“Please don’t scream anymore.”
Everyone was startled by the low words from the crouching man in the middle of the room. They hadn’t realized that he’d stopped singing the quiet lullaby to himself until that moment.
“I don’t want to know what will happen if you wake her up.”
It was his oldest friend that ventured the question they were all wanting to ask. “Wake who up, buddy?”
“The crying woman in the back of my head.”