BRIELLE’S POV

Brielle had trouble sleeping that night.

She tossed and turned, her hands by her sides until she finally stopped moving her body compliantly as she faced the ceiling.

The gold light that shone brightly from the bulb fixed up was the only lighting in her tiny little room, and she didn't want to turn it off because she wasn't ready to sleep yet.

Brielle was also afraid of the dark, and as she stared, mesmerized by the golden flecks illuminating her tiny room, she knew she ...