*
The night was spent terribly. Sierra couldn’t sleep. She kept tossing and turning in bed, supremely irritated by what had happened ever since they got to the cottage. The image of Leonard standing over the sticks with a look of pure disappointment in his eyes was burned into her memory, and no matter how hard she tried to forget it, she simply couldn't.
What exactly had gone wrong? Everything was fine up until the moment they started getting drowsy. But if anyone was to blame, it was Leonard for leaving them for so long. Where exactly had he run off to? And why did he have to come back so late that it was bound to be that the sticks had fallen over?
Or maybe the sticks hadn't even fallen over. Sierra felt eerily suspicious that he might have knocked them over just before she and Br
