Exhaustion was all Nevaeh could feel on the last day. She had tried avoiding everything, including her thoughts, but no matter how she tried, she couldn't. She hasn't felt this mentally exhausted in her life before. Nothing was clear to her, and not one thing made sense.
She had slept off last night even before Dale could return with the food. Hearing Francis' voice and knowing how worried he was, intensified her anxiety, and she had cried herself to sleep despite being scared of what awaited her in her dreams. It seemed reality was more overwhelming and depressing than her dreams. In her dreams, all she knew was fear, and all she had to do was run. But here, she was running from so much more, and no matter how hard she ran, she couldn't escape them.
