She woke up the next morning more disgruntled than ever. Slowly bringing her eyes open, she took in the bright light that filled her room, grumbling under her breath as she stood up and yanked the blinds close before crawling back into bed. Drawing the sheets to her chest, she lay there for longer than she would have liked trying to get back to sleep all to no avail. A whole night after and she still couldn't get the heavy feeling off her chest. She had tried calling Tristan, he hadn't picked. Not like she had expected him to. She couldn't help her thoughts drifting to him the way they did. He had to b going through a lot and she wasn't helping things. The whole revelation about Linda and Damien was a lot to take in, even for her. Hearing that son of a b***h say such horrible things to him
