*Trinity's POV*

I laid on the couch, reading a book that I had bought years ago and never picked up before. It had only been a few hours since Amber had set me up and left me at my house, but I already seemed to be antsy.

Why did it always seem that as soon as someone told you not to do anything that you suddenly felt as if that was impossible. For months, I had laid around in grief almost all day, rarely doing anything, but not even half a day now, ...