Side Chick Era… Over
Then, in a low, even voice, she began telling stories.
She told five.
Thomas didn't seem remotely sleepy.
In the past, by the third story, Theo would already have been asleep.
But she knew better than to compare Thomas to him. Thomas's insomnia ran deep; his body and mind refused to rest easily.
Patient as ever, Sharon kept going.
She had prepared around thirty bedtime stories that night. If none of them worked, she would simply try another approach tomorrow.
But the truth was—she hadn't slept much the night before, keeping vigil over him. Now, lulled by her own soft cadence and the drowsy pull of her words, she began to nod off mid-sentence.
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