CIARA
I found it hard to sleep.
A part of me kept going back to the bakery, imagining what would have happened if Noah hadn't appeared. Would Marcus have taken me against my will?
Or was his intentions just to rattle me, leaving me scared and vulnerable, defenseless to his next visit?
Both scenarios scared me a lot, and I think that was what prompted my sleeplessness.
Different thoughts kept whirling in my head all night, and sleep eluded me. I knew I was overthinking it, that since nothing happened, I should be grateful.
But my brain refused to get the memo. With each breath I took, my thoughts continued to spiraled downwards.
The one thing I was grateful for though, was that Noah had brought us here. It was as though he read my mind and knew that I needed to get away from the entire world for a while.
And with the sound of the beach crashing in the distance, a part of me felt at peace. Quiet.
