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I tried to sleep, I really did but my eyes just wouldn't close. I lay on my bed for hours, my mind running rampant with thoughts that probably weren't healthy. With a sigh, I rolled off my bed and walked out the door, determined to find Faye. I was sure she was up by now, the sun was going to set over the horizon soon.
Though I didn't voice it out loud, I was worried for Vittore. I didn't know how long his trips lasted and the image of him returning all bloody and bruised had my stomach twisting and churning in a way I didn't like at all. What was worse, my heart ached. A lot. So I had to distract myself.
Knocking on Faye's door, I heard a soft "Come in," before I pushed the door open.
The older woman was in her bed, a bunch of snacks and sweet wrappers surrounding her as she looked at the screen of her laptop. My eyes wondered around her large and spacious room, from the fancy grey couches to the beautiful balcony.