chapter eleven

WEDNESDAY NIGHT

11:00pm

ISABELLA’S HOUSE

Isabella tossed and rolled on the bed. She had barely been able to get any sleep the whole night. Just tossing and turning and rolling. She was getting frustrated already. This was her only time to get a maximum sleep since she would be working the whole day and into the night the next day.

She sat up from the bed and reached for her phone on the bedside drawer, checked the time and nearly screamed.

“Oh shoot!” she groaned.

It was as if she just got into bed. An hour had hardly passed since she climbed onto the bed.

She gulped some water and lay back on the bed hoping that sleep finally takes her this time.

Still, all efforts for her to fall asleep fell futile. Worst of it all, she couldn’t place a reason for her sleeplessness. Only that the thought of the events of her day kept popping up in her head but then she kept shutting them off all in a bid to push off any thoughts that would bring about the image of the one person she was dreading to