Ara found sleep to be a challenging feat, her mind relentlessly darting from one subject to another, unable to fixate on any particular theme. This intense mental restlessness eventually drove her to abandon the comfort of her bed, her thoughts instinctively gravitating towards John. She found herself wondering about his safety, contemplating whether they had stumbled upon any unexpected hurdles in the execution of their plans that evening. She ardently hoped not. John had been tirelessly predicting and planning for every conceivable outcome for such an extended period, she couldn't bear the thought of anything going wrong, of any thread unraveling in the meticulously woven web he had cast around their enemies.
Setting aside the book she had been futilely attempting to engage with onto he
