My Brother Wont Sleep in His Bed, He Says the Cow Knows the Truth!

January 6, 2026 by Nadia

“I didn’t tell them it was me,” he murmured into the cow’s ear. “I know you saw, Daisy. I know you were there, but you didn’t tell either. Thank you for keeping it.”

Daisy didn’t move. She simply blinked her large, liquid eyes—slow and deliberate—as if she were a silent confessor absorbing the sins of a child. I felt a chill that had nothing to do with the night air. Leo wasn’t just sleeping in the barn; he was hiding in plain sight, protected by a witness that lacked the power of speech.

The following afternoon, I finally confronted him behind the grain silo. I expected him to run or to retreat into his usual stony silence, but instead, he crumbled. He didn’t cry out of fear or the dread of being caught; he cried out of pure, exhausted relief. It was as if the secret had become too heavy for his small frame to carry alone. He grabbed my hand with a strength that startled me, his knuckles white and his eyes wide with a frantic urgency.