Aurora didn’t sleep a wink that night. She laid as still as possible with her eyes closed, her back turned to the couch where Rowan was already completely passed out.

Her hands clutched under her pillow as her mind kept spiralling in way that felt like silent torture. The room was silent, except from the humming sound of the AC mixed with his heavy breathing.

Every few minutes, he shifted on the couch, like he couldn’t get comfortable, and her body kept moving to help him but she didn't. The more it ate her up, the more she hoped it hurt.

She hoped his neck ached, his back felt stiff,...