I slept well that night. I focused on the lingering adrenaline as it left my body, and my exhaustion took over. Thankfully, it kept my nerves and thoughts of Ezra at bay.
When I woke, I felt stiff. I had not moved at all in my sleep, and I was surprised that it was well past dawn.
I hurried to get ready, but even rushing, Alice was already waiting for me when I left the bathroom. I stifled a yawn and looked at her sheepishly. “I couldn’t sleep last night,” I explained.
She nodded in understanding and waited for me to sit down to start on my hair. A thousand questions bubbled up, but I suppressed them.
Alice didn’t seem any different than normal, but she rarely did. I admired her steady composition and her slightly aloof behavior; it was grounding, it was something I could count on in a
