Rebecca
Falling asleep was a battle I kept losing. The endless tossing and turning, the dull ache in my muscles—every part of me protested against rest. The car ride back hadn’t been smooth, and even though I’d tried to sleep through it, my body still felt like it had been wrung dry.
Then came the rustling. A sound just outside.
My eyes snapped open. I pushed aside the covers and padded to the window, peeking through a tiny gap in the curtain. Nothing. No headlights, no figures moving in the dark.
Still, I hesitated.
For the past two hours, this had been the cycle. A noise, a check, nothing. My heart leaped at every sound, expecting—no, hoping—it was him. That he was back.
And yet, the more I lingered in this room, the more unease settled over me. The corners were the same, but somet
