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Nick couldn’t sleep. It had started worsening a few weeks back, and he had no idea what to do about it. His mom once told him that even as a baby, he wouldn’t go down easy, but this was getting ridiculous.
He blinked and tried to focus in on the digital numbers glowing around the vicinity of his desk. He thought he could make out a three. Nothing good ever happened at three AM.
When they’d first moved to Ann Arbor and he and Zoyka were still sharing a room, she would talk him through it. She’d made it sound so reasonable. What are you worried about right now? Okay. Think about the worst that could happen. It probably won’t, right? Can you deal with it in the morning? Good. What’s next?
He kicked off his covers and attempted to breathe in deeply a few times. His heart was beating har
