Safe to say sleep did not come.
My brain was running at full speed and after lying still for what felt like hours I finally kicked the sheets off in frustration and sat up on the edge of the bed, my head dropping into my hands with a groan.
I was exhausted but the guilt would not let me rest. Every time I started to drift I was pulled back by images I could not switch off, waking up with my heart hammering and the cold sweat already on my skin. It was a little past midnight and I was sitting in the dark feeling the tears building again for the third time.
I stood and made my way to the bathroom, splashing water on my face and staring at my reflection for a long moment. My eyes were red and puffy and deeply unimpressed with me. I glared at the plughole and breathed.
Cel stirred from somewhere half asleep at the back of my mind. "There is one place we could go," she said quietly.
