After a while, Theo lay beside me.
I frowned. I was about to go berserk when his low voice rang out. "I won't disturb you. I'll just accompany you here quietly."
"Whatever.” My tone was icy-cold.
I wanted to quickly fall asleep, but I had just woken u p. How was I supposed to fall asleep again so soon? Just lying here and not doing anything made my brain think of just about anything and everything.
I thought about my baby who died and Cindy's baby who also died. I never wanted her baby to die as well. No matter how wretched the baby’s mother was, the baby was innocent.
I thought about Cindy and came to the conclusion that she did not think babies were innocent. She did not feel any remorse for killing my baby, so why should I feel guilty for the death of her baby?
"This isn’t." I bit my nails. "How can I think like this?"
Theo sat up halfway and asked quizzically, "What are you mumbling about?"
I took a deep breath. "I thought you said you’ll be quiet?"
"I didn't hear you clearly, so I was just asking..." Theo did not finish his sentence before he started pulling his hair in frustration. "Whatever, I'm not going to talk anymore."
He lay down again and I got out of bed to look for some sleeping pills in the bedside cabinet.
I needed to sleep right this instant. If I did not, I would go berserk. Only when I was asleep would I not have t o think of anything.
"What are you looking for?" Theo asked with a frown.
"Sleeping pills." My voice was quivering. "Where did you keep the sleeping pills?"
"In the first aid box."
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