Soraya
Last night was one of those nights of sleeplessness. I turned and turned on the bed with no chance of falling asleep, and I got up for some warm milk, thinking maybe that was going to help, but it still didn't help. I stayed awake staring at the ceiling for hours. At the same time, Thane sat in his Piano room and read his mother’s journal. From what we've read so far, I know things are about to get worse, and he wanted to go through it alone. I respect his decision, but I still feel unsettled knowing he is going through that alone.
Sighs, I threw the cover off hundreds times swing my legs off the bed I went to pour myself a glass of wine, sitting by the window my mind went back to when his father came and found us in that room, the rage in his face let me to believe that the man
