The digital alarm clock on Heather's bedside read three minutes past eleven and she was still awake thinking about the plan they've put together earlier today. She finally felt the languidness from the event that was her life. Her husband's dead. His family missing. A crazed man after her and her daughter. She had the biggest crush on Logan and it was gut wrenching.
Her husband probably isn't dead and he's just being held somewhere. It hasn't even been four months ago and all she could think about was what Logan's lip would taste like. Will he even kiss her back again after her first reaction?.
The AC unit in her room was turned off, the window open as was the glass floor to ceiling door leading to her balcony that had little furniture. She gave up on sleep when the clock read five min
