"You're back... What's wrong? What happened?"
Karl froze in place, his heart skipping a beat.
Karl glanced over at the bed and saw Julian looking at him with sleepy eyes.
"Noth-ing... nothing... my stomach was just bad," Karl muttered, the words barely escaping his lips as his heart pounded in his chest. The fear clung to him, like a shadow that wouldn't leave. It was the fear of having done something wrong, the kind of fear that comes with knowing you've crossed a line but not being able to fully admit it. His heart raced as he lied, trying to hide the truth of his actions, though a part of him knew deep down that it wasn't entirely wrong. They were thinking about the future, weren't they? But still, the nagging feeling of guilt twisted inside him.