It was 5:30 AM and all Gabriella could do was stare at the ceiling.
After Grace had dropped her off at her room last night, after the kitchen trolley had come with her evening meal which still lingered untouched on her desk, after loitered gazes out her window at all the people who wandered the large grassy field entertaining themselves with afterhours adventures, after pacing endlessly while thinking about everything Ezra and Anne had told her, and then after a long, hot shower did she finally settle under her comforter at nine-o’clock and try to sleep.
Expectantly, she waited for Raith to come.
Instead, nightmare after nightmare shook her out of sleep. Though these nightmares were the same as they always have been, with being chained up in a dark, stenchy room, with
