But she did none of those things. Instead, she decided to go out and get that six pack after all. She knew she wouldnt drink them all. Hell, shed likely only get two down, if that. But it beat the hell out of staying in the room by herself. Besides, if she was going to start feeling sorry for herself, shed at least like to have a couple of beers to place the blame on.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Hannah was angry at the security lights. Or, at least, thats what she was telling herself. She needed something to blame for her inability to sleep, so she might as well blame the glare of the security lights coming from the garage. They were newjust installed three weeks agoand the glare cut even through the bedroom blinds.

She sat up in bed and looked to her phone, sitting plugged into its charger. It was 1:17 in the morning, and though she had gone to bed at 10:45, shed slept for maybe half an hour and that had been a fitful sort of doze at best.

She could blame the security lights all she wanted, but she knew the real reason she couldnt sleep. She couldnt sleep because she was nervous about the fertility treatments she was going to be getting tomorrow. If they later found out the treatments had done no good, then she and her husband would have to face the fact that they were never going to be able to have biological children.

She almost reached over and shook Ryan awake. She would ask him to pray with her, to help sooth her and calm her nerves. Hed been praying about the treatments tomorrow just as much, if not more, than she had and hed be more than happy to be there for her. But there was no sense in both of them losing sleep over this.

And now that she had spent almost two and a half hours in bed awake, her stupid stomach was insisting that it was hungry. She knew to lay there and ignore it would only make her angrier, so she didnt bother. She slid out of bed and quietly left the upstairs bedroom. As she walked to the stairs, she passed by the room that they hoped would one day be the nursery and her guts suddenly felt as if theyd been dropped down a canyon.

She went downstairs and plodded into the kitchen. She was tired and she was mad that she was tired, and it all just…well, it all just sucked. She went to the fridge and got out some of the leftover chicken from dinner. She then took out a string cheese and walked to the table. She was unwrapping the string cheese and lowering her butt into a chair at the table when she saw a flicker of movement outside of the kitchen window.