Tyrese
Coming home from a long day of training, Malia was completely exhausted. I offered to make her something to eat but she shook her head. “I’m actually feeling a little better Ty, maybe we could just take a nap?” She smiled up at me, and nothing had ever sounded so good to me. Scooping her up into my arms, I jogged up the stairs. As we settled into bed, Malia fell asleep almost right away. I held her for a little while, waiting for sleep to overcome me as well, but it only seemed to drift farther away. I rolled onto my back, staring up at the ceiling as my own mind began to race with thoughts. If we couldn’t defend ourselves against the witches, then how exactly were we supposed to win this war? I don't even want to go to war, but how do we avoid it if I don't even know what we're f
