(Mira)
I watched Ridge close his eyes. He looked exhausted.
The funerals were weighing on him. I could see it. The way he held himself. The way he kept reading that speech over and over and I didn't know how to help him.
I got up from the couch. Went to the bedroom. Sat on the edge of the bed.
Ridge didn't move. Just lay there. Eyes closed.
I didn't know if he was asleep or just thinking.
I left him alone. Went back to the living room.
Sat down. Picked up my book. Tried to read.
But I couldn't focus.
My mind kept going back to the nightmare. The one I'd had a few nights ago.
Tyler. Chasing me through the woods. Dragging me to that grave. Burying me alive.
The dirt covering my face. My mouth. My nose.
Not being able to breathe. Not being able to scream.
Calling for Ridge. But h
