The clock on the wall kept ticking, the only noise in the otherwise quiet room. Delphinia lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The lamp on the bedside table lit up the room just enough to made little shadows on the walls, but her mind was far too restless to appreciate the calm atmosphere. The digital clock on the nightstand blinked 9:43 p.m., and sleep was nowhere in sight.
She turned onto her side, tugging the blanket higher, but it did little to ease her discomfort. Maybe it was the lack of dinner gnawing at her stomach, or perhaps it was something else entirely. Her mind kept replaying everything that had happened, but one moment stood out—meeting Adalaine.
