Crap.
She wanted to pour her heart out this very minute and tell her everything that was on her mind. She was so tired of keeping it bottled up—her past life, the reader, her inability to feel the bond, and these stupid nightmares that made absolutely no sense to her.
She wanted to say it, but she couldn't.
She couldn't trust anyone.
Sydney looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to say something.
Odessa just sighed and said,
"It's nothing, Sydney. I've just not been sleeping well lately, but I'll be fine."
Sydney hummed but didn't push her for more information.
"All right then, just wait here while I go get you something. It will help you sleep better at night."
She went into the back room and came back a few minutes later with a plate of cookies, a tub of ice cream, and the m
