Lotto
I stroked Ari's hair as the weight of her head rested on my lap . Having her fall asleep like this on me was both a comfort and a poignant reminder of the trust she placed in me . Of the trust she placed on all of us. Her breaths were slow and even, the occasional twitch of her fingers suggesting dreams fluttering beneath her eyelids. The feel of get chest rising and falling rhythmically. I liked watching her sleep, as creepy as it sounds.
This was the first time she had settled in weeks, and I was thrilled, elated even, to see she was finally getting much - needed rest.
"I fucking hate this stupid Island," Frankie said as he paced the cabin of the ferry we were taking to Heathens Hollow from Seattle.
