Imogen
The next morning, my eyes were heavy as I stared at them in the bathroom mirror, even though they looked normal. I’d lost the dark circles from the last two days. I thought for sure I wouldn’t be able to get to sleep after taking a nap on the plane, but once we were settled comfortably in bed, I passed out and slept the entire night.
In fact, considering what I’d lived through for the last three days, I’d never felt so rejuvenated. I survived a lot of crap this week, and I hadn’t even had any cookies or sugary sweets to get me through it. All in all, I was pretty damn proud of myself.
The hotel room door opened, and I peeked out from the bathroom to see who it was, my body ready to jump out the window if need be. I might have been proud of myself and my responses, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t worried. I’d always be looking over my shoulder for the rest of my life.