CHAPTER 133

It's the first night I don't sleep in a while.

I stare at Phoebe and Kevin, tightly huddled together on the small bed, and I eventually give up and get up .

I find Alma in the living area watching a trashy reality show.

"Can't sleep?" She asks me and switches off the T.V.

I shake my head. "No. You?"

She gives me a tiny smile. "I'm always restless whenever Thomas is out on a mission. Until he gets back."

Until he gets back alive, is what she's leaving out. I hate just being a sitting duck, not knowing what's happening out there.

"How do you do it?" I plop down next to her on the couch, looking at the rings on my finger. "How do you not go crazy?"

"Who says I'm not crazy?" She smirks at me. "But T.J. keeps me sane. Whatever happens, I still have that boy who depends on me."

I lay my hands protectively over my stomach. I don't want to raise my kids without their father, but if that's what I have to do, then that's what I have to do.

"I've always known Thomas's job is dangerous."