As night settled in, sleep began to pull at her eyelids, and finally, Cora relented. She returned to her room to rest.
The moon rose high into the night sky, but sleep would not come. Instead, her thoughts continued to race. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t seem to quiet her mind. It felt as though it were stuck in overdrive.
“Please, let me sleep,” she begged her mind. Yet it refused to slow down or offer her the peace she desperately wanted.
“Can’t sleep?” Cora heard a familiar voice and immediately turned toward it.
“Pierceton,” she breathed when she saw him sitting on the edge of her bed.
“I know you technically didn’t call me, but I could feel your anxiety and wanted to check on you,” he explained. Without another word or thought, Cora reached for his hand and pulled hi
