It was more like slipping in and out of restless consciousness, one eye open even when exhaustion tried to pull me under. Nights were the worst. The air was always stale, thick with the scent of sweat and regret. The sounds never stopped…
It was more like slipping in and out of restless consciousness, one eye open even when exhaustion tried to pull me under. Nights were the worst. The air was always stale, thick with the scent of sweat and regret. The sounds never stopped…