Elizabeth’s POV
I start pacing around my room while Kyle sits on the sofa, giving me concerned looks every ten seconds. I know he is listening to my thoughts and, at the moment, I don’t care. I know what Helen is going to ask me; when was the last time I meditated to clear my mind? Answer; the last time my nightmares were triggered.
Like the punctual person she was, in exactly half an hour, a knock came on my door and Helen walked in wearing a black and gray sports bra and pants, holding two yoga mats, with Hunter a few paces behind. See? Meditation.
Kyle chortles slightly, helping Hunter move the sofas and coffee table out of the way as Helen lays the yoga mats on the floor. “I know, I know” I tell her, and she grins, sitting down crossed-legged on one of the mats. I follow suit and we
