Ambrose
Sierra has been acting strange the last couple of days—stranger than normal. There is something off. I can’t put my finger on it, but it is something. I can feel it in my gut. I’ll be keeping a close eye on her, which is easy to do since we are stuck in the same room. I will up security when I am not here. It is getting too much to be stuck in one room. At least at my house, it is big enough to give us space if we want to get away from one another. I am surprised Sierra hasn’t tried to smother me while I slept. Her patience with me is on its last straw.
“I am going down to the bar for a drink. Do you want to join me?”
There has been nothing but silence in the room for the last couple of hours. It is getting on my nerves. I need to get out of here before I end up going insane.
