Irene could not sleep whatsoever and she kept tossing and turning on her bed. The events from before kept running in her mind, forcing her to stay wide awake. She stared at the ceiling as she lay on the bed with her hands on her stomach.
"How did we lose consciousness all of a sudden?" She mumbled and bit the inside of her right cheek thoughtfully. "And why does no one remember what happened?"
Irene narrowed her eyes and tapped her right fingers on her left hand. 'What is happening here? Who can answer my questions?' She wondered and pushed herself off the bed, unable to stay still anymore.
The window was closed and Irene opened it, allowing the cold air to hit her cheeks. Her loose hair fluttered with the wind as she watched the garden at night, admiring the view for a moment before she returned to her convoluted thoughts.
Irene leaned against the window and looked at the moon. 'Will Father be able to answer me? Should I confront him about it?'