NORA
I wake up at two in the morning and the ceiling is just there staring back at me.
I turn over,close my eyes again. Nothing happens. My mind is already filled with different thoughts and it's not stopping for sleep.
I think about Marcus.
I think about Raphael investigating my background without telling me.
I think about Sera being too quiet and the way she speaks .
I think about my son sleeping down the hall and the specific shade of his eyes.
I get up after my eyes refuse to close on me.
The corridor is dark and quiet.
My feet are cold on the floor.
I wrap my arms around myself and walk toward the kitchen because there is nothing else to do at two in the morning except make something warm and wait for my brain to tire itself out.
I push the kitchen door open.
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