Goodbye

Chris hadn't slept much the night before. She had just lain awake, the fear and guilt keeping her from rest.

She had slept for a few hours in the afternoon. Only to wake up and instantly remember everything that had happened. And everything still to come.

She was lying in bed again. Chris had tried going down to the bar but the idea of trying to hold a conversation and act like everything was ok, was tiring to her. So she came back to her room and got ready for bed.

But sleep was eluding her again so she sat in bed, book in hand, and tried to concentrate on the words.