NORA
I can't sleep, not when I have been thinking about everything that happened during the day and everything that is currently going on between me.
With Marcus, the possibility of me being, what I don't wanna think about.
I've been staring at the ceiling for what feels like forever now and honestly the ceiling is starting to annoy me because it has absolutely nothing useful to offer.
So eventually I got up.
I started pacing around the room instead.
From the bed to the window.
Window to the door.
Then back again.
Over and over again.
The floor was cold beneath my feet but I barely noticed it.
My head wouldn't stop replaying the photograph.
That little girl's face.
Those eyes.
I pressed my fingers against my forehead and kept walking again.
Because every single time I stoppe
