Darlene’s pov
Restlessness woke me up. Sweat trickled down my face. My erratic heart kept thumping in my chest, and my breathing was laboured. What caused the disquietude was a mystery to me. Breathing heavily, I sat up and looked around. There was no movement in the dimly lit room. I saw the spot beside me on the bed vacant and realised that Stephen had not yet returned. Well, it was fine. Perhaps his father needed him for something important.
As minutes ticked by, the disturbances I experienced worsened. I poured myself a glass of water and gulped it down, hoping that it would calm my unsteady heart. I had heard about mates experiencing each other’s unrest.
Was he in some kind of mental turmoil?
I tried to maintain a positive attitude. My heart rate, however, did not slow. I walked
