CHAPTER 13: DRAWING LINES IN THE SAND

After their meal, Samuel bid her goodnight and went to sleep. He wrestled beneath the sheets and tossed and turned while she sat by the window, taking in the evening. With the glass of wine in her hand, she counted the stars within the frame of the hotel window to occupy herself.

Her sister was in one of the rooms, sleeping peacefully, high on the excitement of her older sister's wedding. Samuel's family was also spending the night in various rooms. Aside from Ysabel, Kali was sure that the others were equally excited about the wedding.

She tilted her head back and finished her wine in one gulp. In the silence in the room, she felt herself crumbling to the nerves that eluded her for most of the wedding. The reception had gone on forever when all she wanted was for it to end. The dance had been torture. The smiling had been torture.

When she turned around, Samuel was fast asleep, cuddled against one of the pillows. She turned the lamp off, plunging his side of the room into darkness.