Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant. -Robert Louis Stevenson
Alexandria's pov
My eyes blinked back against the sun’s rays as they forced their way through the curtains. Curtains that cover the windows that I had locked before going to bed.
Windows that are now wide open, providing me with a view of the beautiful lake behind a house that isn’t mine. Sweat ran down from my forehead to my collarbone. I got out quickly to shut the wall-sized windows before something decides to join me this morning.
I shook my head like a dog trying to dry itself, my mind was still full of sleep and fatigue. I just wanted to crawl back into bed and rest some more. But the thought of sleeping was quickly overpowered by the crippling fear from yesterday.
I need to
