I wanted to sleep but my mind was deep on all I realized that day. I turned and turned a lot of times on the coach. I went to the couch tonight because Max needed it more.
I could not sleep even after giving myself an extended time to figure it out. I waited for Max to fall asleep, then I planned to leave to check up on Malie.
Honestly, it felt like I was spying on her but why wouldn't I do that when she was being creepy and found weird things that made me have suspicions about her. I wanted to feel safe, so I was disturbed.
I carefully opened the door, making sure it made no noise. I began by going down and drinking water—I wasn't in a big hurry anyways.
I wanted to knock and speak to her about my suspicions. I wasn't patient with the whole matter—I was aware.
