The closer I get to the apartment, my phone vibrates in my hand, because I can’t seem to put it down at the moment, just in case I miss a special message. But it is just Felisha letting me know that they’re heading to bed and she would see me in the morning. Thank God she didn’t ask how the night with Amanda went because then I didn’t have to lie to her again.

I go through my normal night routine and snuggle into bed, trying to take my mind off what is to come in my sleep. Maybe something shifted today in my session with Cherie. I can only hope. Waking this morning, I knew it had been a hard night in my dreams by how I felt, but neither Felisha nor Flynn said anything about it, so I might have been lucky that it was a minor one or that their bedroom is far enough away that they didn’t hear me crying or calling out.

Cherie set me up with a meditation calming app tonight that she wants me to listen to as I fall asleep. Let’s hope that it works, because I could really do with some solid rest. My body is a little sore, even though I had padding on, and I can still feel all the hits. I didn’t think I would like it, but surprisingly, the physicality of the session helped with my endorphins in a good way, and I felt energized when I left.

The tranquil sound of the ocean in my ears on the mediation recording is calming and helps me to drift off to sleep. But it also brings back memories of spending the night with Forrest in the villa, out on the balcony and dancing under the stars, looking out at the water. As the heaviness of my eyes starts to pull me under, I hope that this beautiful memory is what I dream about tonight, and that maybe Forrest is dreaming about me too. Then a final thought pops into my head as I drift off to sleep…

I wonder what he will send me for breakfast tomorrow and what color ribbon I’ll get.

FORREST

I hate not being able to speak to Harper, it’s killing me.

She would have received today’s breakfast a few hours ago, and today’s is blueberry pancakes with cream cheese and syrup, and of course, a blue ribbon to go with the berries. I want to see her reaction to these deliveries each day. A photo or even a video of her ranting about me sending them would be enough to take the edge off the pain in my chest I feel from missing her.

But I know if I reach out and she decides she wants to see me, then I would have to tell her where I am, and that’s a problem.