I checked on Pascha, then came in here to lay on Mr. Townsend’s bed, but I really can’t get any sleep. My mind is racing a hundred miles a minute about what’s happened between Eric and I. Now that I’ve finally been able to tell Mark about what happened back then I wonder how things will be whenever we’re around each other.
I laid there tossing and turning thinking of everything. What needed to be done to split custody with Eric to what Mark thought about my confession to him. The last thing I remember is checking my cell for the last time at 2:09 a.m. before I fell into a deep sleep.