Chapter 11 She's Just Another Street Girl

Christian Sleep had been impossible that night, the darkness of my bedroom offering no peace, no reprieve from the thoughts clawing at the edges of my mind. It was an unfamiliar feeling, this distraction, this disturbance, and I hated it. It was irrational. Illogical. And yet, it persisted, lurking beneath the surface like a splinter embedded too deep to remove.