MEADOW’S POV.
That night, I didn’t sleep.
No matter how many times I closed my eyes, my mind refused to quiet down.
Every single thing that happened tonight kept replaying inside my head over and over again.
I groaned softly and rolled onto my back again.
Sleep was hopeless.
After another hour of staring at the ceiling, I finally gave up completely and climbed out of bed.
The room felt cold as I walked toward the window.
Outside, Hollow Mountain was quiet beneath the darkness.
Most of the lights had already gone out hours ago.
Normally, the silence would have comforted me.
Tonight, it only made me feel restless.
Tomorrow, I was leaving.
The thought still didn’t feel real.
Leaving Hollow Mountain.
Leaving the only place I had ever known.
That last thought hurt more than I wa
