(Mira)
Ridge didn't sleep.
I knew because I didn't sleep much either. I drifted in and out for a few hours. Every time I came back Ridge was in the chair next to the bed. Same position. Arms on his knees. Looking at the floor or the wall or somewhere that wasn't in this room.
I watched him for a while without saying anything.
He thought I was asleep. I could tell by the way he was sitting. Not guarded. Just somewhere inside his own head with nobody to perform for.
His face was doing something I recognized. The same thing it did when he was working through a problem he hadn't solved yet. Not angry exactly. Just locked. Like a door that looked closed from the outside but had a lot going on behind it.
I knew what he was thinking about.
Not the baby. Not me. Not the hospital or the ankl
