POV: Kesley

Sleep never came...

I lay in the dark and listened to the house breathe around me and tried every version of stillness I knew and none of them worked. The ceiling offered nothing.

The pillow smelled like Leo and that made it worse. I turned onto my side and then my back and then my side again and the clock on the nightstand moved with the cruelty of clocks when you are watching them.

Nora's voice kept finding me in the dark. Not anything she had said tonight specifically.

Older things...

The way she shaped words when she wanted a man's attention, drawing each syllable out just slightly...