Tossing and turning with some effort, Wyleen decided to get out of bed with a huff. She was uncomfortable; she couldn’t sleep and had to use the restroom once more. She didn’t know exactly what time it was, but it was still dark outside when she reentered the bedroom to look out of the window over the still sleeping island. Letting out a sigh, she continued to lament in secret in the absence of her husband. He had been gone just over a week, but hadn’t heard any correspondence from him, not from Mama, nor anyone else in the family; the silence was maddening.
Though Katakuri would frequently take trips such as these, this time felt different to Wyleen. This time, she was anxious to be alone, detesting the silence that had fallen over the house—no noise to be made unless she were to make i
