Raelynn tossed and turned in her bed, unable to find the sleep she desperately craved. The sheets tangled around her legs, the cool air from the open balcony door doing nothing to settle the heat in her body. Every time she closed her eyes, all she could think about was that damn book. It should have been on her desk, on her nightstand, somewhere within arm's reach. But it wasn't. It wasn't anywhere in her room.
She'd spent the last few hours scouring every corner of her room, under the bed, in every drawer, even checking the laundry basket for some reason. She had checked the kitchen, the living room—everywhere.
The book wasn't supposed to be gone. And the more she thought about it, the more upset she got. Maybe she would have to pay for a new one.
She sighed and sat up in bed, her hair falling messily over her shoulders. There was no point in staying awake anymore. But she couldn't sleep.
