Jason couldn’t sleep that night. He kept tossing and turning in bed, and each time it felt like the walls were closing in on him. He was glad when Jordon had simply walked to his room after everyone had left.
If Jordon had stayed and wanted to talk, Jason wasn’t sure he had the right words to use.
He sat up, thoroughly exasperated with himself and with the events of the previous night. Memories of the horrid evening were still fresh in his head, and no matter what he did, he couldn’t shake them off. All he could remember was Emily, and the pain he saw in her eyes.
He had been stupid in this whole affair, he thought to himself. The fact that he had suspected from the start that she was actually the same person, only to convince himself once again that she wasn’t actually the one, and th
