Clayton woke up early, his body weary from a night plagued by restless thoughts and dreams. He wasn't even sure when he had fallen asleep, he'd tossed and turned for hours and hours, contemplating all the possible outcomes of his situation. None of which brought him any hope. The life he had once envisioned with Camden seemed like a fading dream, slipping through his fingers like grains of sand.
Despite the weariness that clung to his bones, Clayton forced himself to get up and get dressed in preparation for the day ahead. For his impending doctor's visit. He headed downstairs to the kitchen, noting that his appetite was non-existant, and he couldn't bring himself to eat anything substantial. He settled for a cup of coffee, hoping the caffeine would give him some energy and much needed mo
