Christina's pov
I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the faint patterns the just-rising sunlight made on the tile floors and walls as it filtered through my heavy curtains.
Sleep had been elusive through the night, only catching a few hours of tossing and turning. Finally, I decided I couldn't take it any longer, and I decided to stay up instead.
For the past two hours, I had been bored to death, having enough time now to think about every depressing thing that could happen and trying to desperately distract myself.
When I asked Marcel for a device, I wasn't completely out of my mind. I needed a distraction, or else I could go insane with the gravity of grief that seemed to overwhelm me.
But of course, he had refused I thought he would agree for a moment, but I was wrong. It was si
