Sleep.
Sleep was probably the last thing on Sebastian’s mind right now.
The whole drive back home, he’d been unable to shake the worry off. He was unable to stop his brain from imagining a hundred different scenarios, and it made it worse, knowing he wasn’t with his daughter when the incident had happened.
He couldn’t sleep until he left his room and went to check on her. She was sleeping peacefully. And that gave him some solace, some peace of mind, that she wasn’t in any pain, and that her injury wasn’t as severe as he’d been worried it could be.
But he was still not okay. Not after everything. Not when his thoughts had been consumed with the idea that he’d almost lost her. Not when he almost broke down, imagining all the possibilities that could’ve gone wrong, not when his hands wou
