*Angel*
I am plagued by thoughts of Eames for the rest of the day. I go to bed early, hoping that a good night's sleep will give me a new perspective. But sleep eludes me for hours, and once I fall into slumber, Eames haunts my dreams with startling persistence.
The next morning, I sleep a little later than usual, but when I go down to breakfast, I find that Zac and Freya have stayed in bed again. I don’t feel like searching out something to amuse myself with, so I finish my breakfast quickly and decide to go for a walk.
I glance down at my booted feet, decide that my shoes are sturdy enough for a bit of a hike, and slip out the front door, leaving a note for my cousins with Norwood. The autumn air is crisp but not cold, and I am glad that I hadn't bothered to put on a cloak. Taking qui
