The Thoughts

Even long after the movie ended and we each went to sleep, I was tossing and turning in my bed, running fingers through my hair, sighing constantly, looking at the wall, and just about every other thing people who can't sleep do. My chest felt heavy with the fact that I wasn't telling Jason about the break-in to my home. What if the same person broke into his house too? 

I couldn't move in with him if his house had been broken into, that much was clear. Neither of us would be safe. After all, he'd fallen victim to the drug as well. 

What was I going to do now?