Naomi wiped the sweat from her neck and forehead. She was so worn out. It was an early day and a very late night. She’d only had a few hours of sleep, and when she got up that morning, Brandon was still sleeping, absolutely dead to the world. She had walked to the school. Naomi and Holton had booked the classroom to rehearse. They had been at it for hours, but Naomi wasn’t on her game. She was so tired from the night before, and their practice was suffering for it.
“Well that was harder than it had to be,” Holton said rolling his shoulders. “I think I pulled something.”
She felt terrible. “I’m sorry. I’m just tired.” She said rubbing her neck. “I was up late.”
“You seem tense. You’re all rigid today.” He said putting his hand on her shoulder. “Let me help you.” Holton stood behind her a
