Chapter 24 - Always Cinnamon

As I lay watching from the bed, he sat up with a sudden jerk, his body tense and restless, like a wild animal sensing a storm. The low rumbles of thunder seemed to echo through his very being, making his fingers twitch and his eyes flash with a nervous energy. The shadows cast by the flickering lightning danced across his face, accentuating the lines of anxiety etched on his brow, as if the turmoil outside was mirrored within.