Noah

Sleep wasn’t happening.

I’d been staring at the ceiling for what had to be two hours, the glow from the digital clock on my nightstand ticking minutes away like it was mocking me. Midnight, then 12:30, then closer to one. Every time I closed my eyes, it was like my brain just pressed play on the same damn reel — Jackson’s face when we nearly came to blows, Jessa’s wide eyes after I kissed her, Daniel running his mouth at the worst possible time, the recruiter watching from ...