“Mirabel, wake up.” Tim is shaking me lightly. He doesn’t want to wake me up. I pretend I am asleep for one minute then yawn.
“Sleepyhead, are you okay?”
“Tim, what time is it?”
He kisses me on the forehead and rubs my arms soothingly, “I have to leave before the pack awake.”
I nod curtly. He stares at me intently. I sit up, “Tim, I am okay, see you at training.” He worriedly wears his shoes, plants another kiss on my cheek and walks to the door. “Tim, trust me.” He sighs.
I stare at the door as if there are some answers to the questions lingering in my head. I didn’t sleep the whole night, and neither did Tim. We stayed in the same position the whole night. I didn’t want to wake him up to tell him I was worried sick.
Call me paranoid and I won’t say no. While I was undergoing the wo
