Aubrey
I have been trying hard to sleep, but I can’t. Every time I close my eyes, memories flash in my head and not good ones. I have been doing so well recently, and then that bastard had to show up and open old wounds and bring my trauma to the surface. Something, I guess, I need to talk to my therapist about. I have an appointment in a few days. I am not going any sooner, even though it would probably be better if I got an earlier one.
Sighing, I sit up and run my fingers through my wet, messy hair. I am sweating more than I would like. I need a cold shower, which usually helps. I climb out of bed, trying to find the light. I am not familiar with the layout of this room. His bedroom, yes, but not the spare one. I finally find it and head into the on-suite in the room. I shouldn’t wak
