Much later that night as I as getting dressed, I had trouble locating one of my shoes. Getting down on my hands and feet, I peered under the darkness of his bed and found it there. Reaching out for it, my hands came in contact with something else, something soft. I pulled it out.

It was a teddy bear. It had a missing eye and bits of fluff were poking out from various tears in its fur. I reached out my hand again and this time found the missing shoe.

Pulling on both shoes, I sat back down on the bed and held the teddy bear in my hands. Something about it made me nervous, though I didn’t know why.

Sebastian stirred and opened one eye to stare at me sleepily. “What are you doing up, ma petite? Come back to bed.”

“It’s late, Sebastian, and you have to go to work tomorrow. I should be getting home. Don’t worry, I can call a cab myself.”

“Don’t be silly,” he said, sitting up. Then he saw the teddy bear on my lap and froze.

Was it my imagination, or did he suddenly turn pale?