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It’s another strange night where I don’t think I’m going to sleep. I lay on the bed, hands tucked underneath the pillow. Painfully aware of the man lying beside me. My gaze is fixed, determined on the adjoining room and the twin beds. I can just make them out in the dim light cast from one of the lamps.

I close my eyes, they’re aching. I can hear the sound of the twins breathing. It mingles with Kylars own steady breath. I dozed off during the journey in the truck and waiting for Kylar. But now it’s time to sleep, and make the most of the last few hours of darkness, it feels impossible to return to rest. My heart and mind are heavy. Going over all my mistakes from the last few months. I haven't been acting like myself. Or is it just more recently?

I let out a soft sigh and hope that sleep will come and claim me. I know I haven't been myself since we arrived in Silver Stream. I kept Kylar at a distance before we went, but that was the turning point. I should have been thinking what da