IVY’S POV
I sat on the couch in the living room with just my bathrobe on and a cup of coffee in my hand. Balanced on my thigh was my laptop. I squinted my eyes towards the screen as I scrolled through different job websites. I had been up all night looking for a suitable job. A job that was small enough to give me time to focus on healing and large enough to pay me well. Needless to say it was difficult finding that combination.
I raised my hand to rub my eyes, feeling it sting me. I had not slept all through the night. It wasn’t that I didn’t feel like sleeping, I just couldn’t sleep. Everything I closed my eyes, I would think of Devin and Mirabel and that Lamaze it difficult to sleep peacefully. It didn’t help that I found myself no longer able to cry. It just made me feel heavier. So
