Verena

It was 2:45 a.m. and I couldn't sleep. I sat at the end of the kitchen’s table, circling my finger on my temple, the glow from the laptop illuminating my face as I grabbed my pen and scribbled notes into my small notebook. 

Vitamin D. 

Keeping the lights on. 

Talking and listening. 

Keto Diets. 

Even though I knew they would do little to help. I sincerely hoped it would make a difference in helping Daxton sleep better. 

My mind circled back to when a sharp pain from my sleep had forced me awake—only to wake up to him holding me so tight, his fingers digging into my back as...