CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Jessica
I stopped reading, leaned back in my chair, and sighed. If I couldn’t sleep, I was going to put all my nervous energy to good use.
Unfortunately, this exercise had provided no ready answers to my situation. I rose and checked the drawers of a nightstand, where I found a pen and a hotel pad. Scribbling a note, I tore the page off, folded it, and tucked it in my jeans pocket. Doodling did nothing to relieve the stress. My obligations threatened to overwhelm me.
