Elena
The clock showed it was midnight and I still couldn’t get to sleep.
Even after I turned out the lamps in my bedroom, I was still clutching and staring at the picture Jaxon had given me.
Natalie. Alive.
She looked different, like she was wearing a costume of some other version of herself. That was an amusing thought, given that I felt I had been doing the same since I had been reborn.
Was that her child? Who was the father? Was she there by choice, or a captive concubine praying for the day when she might be rescued and brought home?
These questions swirled in my brain, keeping the sleep I craved just out of reach. I got out of bed and paced the floor, thinking I could walk off the jitters and jolts of my internal electrical system. A fuse was faulty somewhere.
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