The Next Day
CAILY GALILEO
I was staring at my screen blankly. I had been doing so for the past half an hour. No matter how much I willed my fingers and my brain to work in unison, they just would not work so I had pretty much given up on my attempt to work. I would go on with it after a while.
But for now, my head was constantly filled with several things. Most of it stemming from last night. Just a week ago, I had been behind this desk and my worry had been all about money.
But now, that worry had been cleared but had been replaced by several other worries.
I had been unable to sleep last night until Pietro came back and he had returned very late. It was around 3am when I heard cars driving in and I had waited in bed, thinking he would return to his room where he had left me.
