Yvienna had tried everything just to force herself to sleep. She tossed and turned, rolling across the mattress as she pressed two pillows over her head, hoping to silence her own thoughts. But no matter how many positions she tried, sleep refused to touch her.
Those sweet words Kyle said earlier… the gentle things he did… they clung to her mind like stubborn echoes. Haunting her. Making her overthink every small gesture, every lingering stare, as though dissecting them would finally show her the truth—whether he was sincere or all of it was another illusion.
"Arghhh!"
She shot up from the bed too quickly. Her vision swayed and a dull dizziness hit her as she massaged her temples. A sudden dryness spread down her throat—thirst. She looked around her room, searching for any water bottle or container, but nothing. Which meant she had to go all the way down to the kitchen.
