Chapter 19

• That night, no matter how hard I tried, sleep refused to come. My mind raced with too many thoughts, none of them helpful. It was well past midnight, and I could hear the faint sound of the house settling, everyone else probably asleep. But I wasn’t. I tossed and turned, staring at the ceiling, hoping for a reprieve that never came.
• With a heavy sigh, I threw back the covers and got out of bed. I pulled on a pair of pants, not bothering with a shirt, and quietly made my way downstairs. I needed a distraction, something to calm the storm in my head. A glass of water would do.
• As I stepped into the dark kitchen, I flicked on the light, the sudden brightness making me squint. But what really startled me was the figure standing by the fridge.