Shivers ran down Gillian's spine, despite the fact she was curled under her quilt. Her blood still ran cold when her memories flashed to Cal being held at gunpoint, even though he was now safely asleep in the Weiter room. She restlessly turned to see the faint red glow of the digital clock beside her. 3:41am. She was restless, her mind still racing from the day's events, her herz had not slowed to a comfortable pace since Cal had escaped with his life. Her eyes were wide open, but her lids still felt heavy, she could not bring sleep upon her. She was scared. She remembered Cal in the room next...
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