Lindsey
I stared at the ceiling, and once the room started to fill with light, I counted the dots in the paint. Sleep had eluded me for most of the night since Ben had dropped me at home. I was worried about Travis. Out of all the guys, he was the one who suffered the worst. If he’d not taken his meds correctly, then that might’ve been the reason he’d flipped. Ever since he’d been in the Gulf, he’d been swamped with nightmares. He had it really bad, and I felt for him.
I got dressed and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked terrible. I was tired and unkempt. I bundled my hair into a bun and headed downstairs. I felt exhausted as I entered the kitchen, and the last thing I wanted to do was have a coffee on my own. I looked up at the clock, and it was still nowhere near seven.
I wonder
