Chapter 11: Adelaide.

I can't sleep.

I twist and turn in the bed, the air conditioner is working well and it's more luxury than I've ever had the chance to experience in all my years.

In the pack, I slept in my parent's kitchen. My room was converted into a guest room, despite the many guest rooms we had in the house. Jane and Caleb, my now dead brother, used the room as a temporary sex house. I always cleaned it right after and it always broke my heart to see the pink walls and the wide windows. The smell of flowers wafting in from the garden below and the satin curtains, soft beneath my touch.

I slept in the kitchen, on the bare floor, cleaning and taking care of my family.

Now I have a room to myself, a fully furnished space with a fully functional air conditioner. I have a blanket of my own.

Yet I'm finding it hard to sleep.

Something in me quivers again and I feel tears about to slip out of my eyes. I blink them back and tell myself not to cry, there's no need to, but yet I feel there is a need.