Trish
I am lying in bed, tossing and turning, but I just can’t sleep. I should be used to Rebel's radio silence when he is out, but I just can't help but worry. Luckily, Zia doesn’t share my restlessness. I get up and take the baby monitor with me, and take a walk. I really need some fresh air. The only problem is, I can’t exactly go outside now. I don’t want to bother anyone, and if I touch any doors or windows, the alarm will definitely go off.
So I settled for the glass doors that lead to the backyard. I warmed myself a glass of milk and stood at the door, just staring outside. One of the guards passes by and waves at me, and I smile. They are all so nice and very patient with us. I could ask him to let me out for a bit, but it’s too much of a bother. So, I just continue to admire the
