Despite the passionate romp in the hay, I couldn't sleep. Every time I started to doze off, I would flinch awake, paranoid that I had heard something nearby. I couldn't relax entirely just knowing that there was someone out there that wanted to take the life of my wife. I felt helpless, scared, and small at the thought.
Each time I would spring awake, I would catch my breath, hold Hannah a little closer, and attempt to go to sleep. It was all for nothing, though. Even the comfort of the woman I loved more than anyone wasn't enough. There was just too much going on and I was too scared of the unknown at that moment.
Before I knew it, the sun was starting to lighten the room. Sighing heavily, I crept out of bed and headed downstairs after dressing myself. I figured getting in the kitchen and starting breakfast before Geoffrey would be a good distraction for me. It had been a while since I had last cooked, but I still knew how.
