Sierra’s POV
It was Mrs. Lawrence, her hair slightly disheveled, a robe tied snugly around her. Her concerned eyes met mine, softening when she saw the state I was in.
“Sierra?” she asked gently, stepping closer. “What are you doing down here?”
I wiped at my cheeks quickly, trying to hide the evidence of my tears. “I couldn’t sleep.”
She studied me for a moment, her gaze piercing but kind. Then she walked over to the kettle, filling it with water. “I’ll make us some tea.”
I didn’t protest, too exhausted to argue.
As she moved around the kitchen, I sank into a chair, the weight of the night pressing down on me.
“Nightmares?” she asked after a while, her voice calm.
“Something like that,” I admitted.
She placed a steaming mug of tea in front of me and sat across the table, her hands cradling her own ……
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