Chapter 19. Mr. Stalker

     Exhaustion made my limbs heavy; I sighed picked up the first file and started reading through them, but no matter how hard I tried to concentrate and make meaning of the words before me, I couldn't. I keep thinking about Aella. I wish I had listened to her and brought her with me, I wish I could work and watch her sleep.

        I smile remembering I could work and watch her sleep. It is past eleven she should be in bed by now. I flipped open the screen of my laptop despite my fatigue, watching her sleep would settle the violence in my bones, and calm my headache.

        As I brought up the camera feed and my eyes landed on her face, I noticed she was restless. Despite the late hour, she was still wide awake in the centre of the bed. After a long time, she sits up shrugging the sheets off her body and spreading her legs. My breath hitches when I realise what she is about to do.

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