Scarlett folded the clothes in her drawer for what must have been the hundredth time that night, then she made her bed and wiped down every inch of her bathroom— it was a bathroom, you could never clean a bathroom too much. She outstretched her hands and looked at them when she was done, and groaned when she saw how wrinkly they were from scrubbing down the bathroom so many times.
She was having trouble sleeping again. Finally giving up, she tiptoed down the hall to Wade’s room, his door was left slightly ajar again. She had no idea why he never completely closed the door, but she wasn’t complaining. This time he was at the very edge, almost falling out of bed, she smiled at the fact that he always slept like a child, limbs scattered this way and that. She stood staring at him, he was bea
