Bedrest, or a Prison Sentence
I’ve been staying home these past two days with Ian while he’s on bedrest. Sometimes Damien will stay and hang out for a while as well. Today I woke up early and wanted to get a run in and some training before everyone woke up. As wonderful as things have been the past few days, Ian is home and healing, all of my mates are being more open with one another and with me, Ronan is dead and Lucas is in charge of Silver Creek, or Silver Harvest as he renamed it. Yet, my body feels restless and a little on edge, like something is coming, but it isn’t necessarily a feeling of dread like it usually is. All of this has been making my thoughts endlessly wondering all morning. I stepped out back and took a minute to just breathe in the crisp air. The smell of woods and pine filled my nostrils, takin
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