~Joan~
I kept tossing on the bed, unable to find a position that felt right. Had it always been this hard to sleep?
Rhoda was already fast asleep. She’d crashed the moment we got home from the long walk—our mistake.
We’d told Aaron not to bring his car because it was supposed to be a walk, not a drive. Besides, he wasn’t exactly great company.
Throwing on a pair of shorts and a top, I slipped out of the room, carefully shutting the door behind me. Rhoda was a deep sleeper. Once she was out, she was out.
The house was dark, but I managed to make my way to the living room without bumping into anything. A small accomplishment, but I celebrated it in my head anyway.
Light was spilling faintly into the living room, and I wondered if Rhoda had forgotten to turn off the kitchen lights. Both
