CHAPTER 11 – MATTY
LONDONThe sunlight made its way through the thin membrane of his eyelids and no matter how hard he tried to capture it, sleep eluded him again.
How long had it been? Three weeks since he’d slept properly – three weeks since they’d arrived back from Warsaw. He lay there, the same uncomfortable feeling gnawing at his stomach. He shifted and twisted, deliberately turning away from Ellie, ensuring that their bodies weren’t touching. He wished that he had a separate duvet, so that he could cocoon himself within it and properly begin work on deciphering his half-formed memories. He was certain that if he were to somehow achieve the perfect conditions, a harmonious equilibrium in which all other thoughts were dispelled from his brain, he could delve into the real crux of the
