Blakely’s POV
I skip dinner and head up to my room to take an early bedtime.
Today was both physically and mentally exhausting.
When I push open my bedroom door wanting nothing more than to lay down, I pause.
Oh, damn.
I totally forgot that I blew up my bed earlier today.
Flexing my fingers nervously by my side, I look around the room.
I guess I could sleep on the couch…not ideal, but what other option do I have?
I rummage around the closet until I find an extra blanket and dig out a pillow from under the mattress on the floor, punching it to get off the drywall dust.
As I pull the blanket up under my chin, my eyes fall on the journal on the side table by the bedroom door.
I could read a little before bed.
Throwing the blankets off, I walk over to pick up the journal befo
