Chapter Fourteen
Elias
Hours later, I found myself unable to sleep, which was nothing new. Sleep and I had never gotten along all that well. The regimented routine of the military had helped somewhat, but then everything blew to smithereens when Greg died. I got hurt and then got hooked on those asinine pills.
Since then, I felt like I was in an endless boxing match with sleep. I was gradually coming to peace with the fact that sometimes I’d wake up and need to get out of bed to snap my brain out of its habit of rummaging around in the dark, casting about for every painful regret or needless worry I could find.
I walked outside in the darkness after shrugging into my jacket and lowered my hips onto the top step. Just last month, all of us had finally finished building a house a stone’s
