Once her face was clean, he dropped the bloody waste into the same trash can that now held her bloodied and tattered clothes. Anxiety kept him steady at her side for the remainder of the night, listening to her melodic breathing and imagining what she was dreaming about. Josh was baffled how, even after the nightmare she experienced earlier, she could sleep serenely. He hadn’t experienced a solid night’s sleep in almost ten years. Night after night, even now at eighteen, the horrors of his childhood crept in. Nightmares for what he had seen with Jane, fears of what his little sister was going through, worried his dad would never bring Evie to Spring Hill and the dread at knowing his grandmother would not live forever. Yes, he was envious of Lizzie Thompson and her peaceful sleep but it was not a jealousy that he harbored for her; rather, he desperately wanted to be near her, understand her and how she could be so calm now. He would never ask her, though, for fear of reminding her of the frightful event.
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