ASHELY'S P. O V

I didn't sleep that night, or the next, or the one after. 

Today made it four days since Genevieve left. 

I didn’t sleep tonight either.

I lay on the queen-sized bed, one arm draped over my stomach, the other shielding my eyes from the moonlight spilling through the half-closed blinds. Tonight, like every other night since I moved into the Briarwood, the apartment was quiet.

I patted my stomach softly, my baby was asleep now, resting in mommy's tummy. The ...