Chapter 37 Worth Dying For

• My gaze is fixated on the clock on my nightstand as it reads '12:30AM', a soft sigh escaping my lips as it flickers, another minute passing.
• I'm comfortable under the comforter of my bed, my feet warm in fuzzy socks. It's the perfect recipe for a good night's sleep, yet I find myself tossing and turning again for the fifth night in a row.
• It's not that I'm not content with the comfort of my bed or that I'm not exhausted. It's that I haven't been able to get past the things that happened nearly a week ago. Most of all, I haven't been able to put Amara's words out of my head.