Stephanie lay on her bed, her fists clenched tightly as she stared up at the ceiling. The room was dimly lit, with the only light coming from a small lamp on her nightstand. The walls were painted a pale blue, and the walls were utterly plain. No paints or pictures to indicate she had any interest in decor. Her bedspread was a mess; the sheets twisted and turned as she tossed and turned in anger.
She had just received some bad news, and her fury was palpable. She couldn't believe what she had heard, and the more she thought about it, the angrier she became.
She had just gotten the news from her informant. It took a while for her informant to share the information because of how discreet they were with it.
from what the informant told Stephanie.
Sam and Desmond were having a wedding ceremony in a few weeks to celebrate their anniversary, and after that, they would go overseas and live the rest of their lives there.
