JC POV
The night was restless, and sleep evaded me like a shadow slipping through my grasp. My inner world felt like a stormy sea, waves of unease crashing against my thoughts.
Instead of lying in bed, I found myself sitting on a wooden log near the bonfire. The flames danced before me, their warm light flickering against the dark sky. The air was thick with the scent of burning wood, and the rhythmic crackling of the fire filled the silence around me.
I was lost in the hypnotic glow of the flames when the sound of footsteps approached. Klinton emerged from the shadows, his expression etched with concern. The frown on his face spoke volumes, and I knew instantly that something was wrong.
"What happened?" I asked, my voice steady despite the sinking feeling in my chest.
