C14 My Angel

Chapter Thirteen My Angel

The clock on the wall read four thirty-five a.m.; he laid awake staring at the ceiling. His dream was waking him completely. The dream was always ending the same way, only this time it was Nadia's face. He shook the dream away and decided to go for a morning jog to clear his head.

His feet hit the floor with a thud. Walking to the dresser on the other side of the room