Jessa

Sleep wasn’t happening.

I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling, the room dark except for the faint glow of my phone screen on the nightstand. I wasn’t even touching it. I’d already checked it three times. No new messages.

Not that I needed any.

My brain was too loud.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Noah leaning against the kitchen counter. Noah sitting on the couch. Noah smiling at me like it was the easiest thing in the world.

Noah.

I rolled onto my side ...