Chapter 175

Megan's POV

Moon shone lightly over the city as I lay still on my bed, unable to sleep. My head was pounding like a carousel of worries and uncertainties and, not more like quiet, the tone of the night was muted but calming and worrisome, adding an excess of restlessness. I rose to make hot water on the stove in my room, hoping some tea would calm my frayed nerves.

As I entered the kitchen, the pale light in the living room caught my eyes. It only heightened my curiosity, so I entered to see how Max was, sitting on the couch, drawing something intently. The sight of him like that in that light was consoling.

"Hey, Max," I said softly, a bit timidly, so as not to startle him. "Can't sleep either, huh?"

Max looked up, and his eyes cast a weak reflection because of the close-by lamp. "Hey, Megan. Nope, not really. Just couldn't stop working on this."

Following his words, I moved over to see the sketch myself. It was all beautiful, with suc