#Chapter 39: Young Love

Edwin & Audrey Edwin’s POV Just as I suspected, sleep was eluding me that night; I kept tossing and turning, unable to find any semblance of rest. I knew I shouldn’t have had that last glass of whiskey, but I had gotten ahead of myself, trying to dull my frayed nerves in the wake of a string and texts and phone calls from the last person I wanted to hear from. And now I was restless, my brain fuzzy and my tongue heavy. Finally, with a frustrated groan, I grabbed my phone off of the nightstand in the hopes that maybe some mindless scrolling would lull me to sleep—or at the very least, that it would keep me occupied enough so that my brain didn’t wander into territory that I didn’t want it to. Staring at my phone like a mindless zombie was an unusual habit for me, but I supposed that it got the best of all of us sometimes. So, opening my social media app—I used a burner account with no name or pictures associated with it for fear of being recognized—I began to