As soon as I reached the cabin. I stomped upstairs before plopping down on my bed like a sack of potatoes, I buried my face in the pillow and covered myself with the blanket. I forced myself to sleep for the second time that morning but it was restless.
I turned and turned, huffed, and puffed until my breath was hitching in my throat. I stood up in my room as I tried picking out cloth but stopped when the itching pain in my neck began. It happens most times when Lucas was around.
I ran out of my room checking every nook and cranny but he wasn't close by. There wasn't any sound downstairs, not even the door moving or making a hinge, it was all my imagination.
I moved downstairs to notice the triplet having breakfast. “Hello?” they said together, making me move to them each to place a k
