Shirley Thorne practically floated back to her bedroom.
That single "Good night" had erased all her exhaustion, and then, as a matter of course...
She had insomnia.
'Sigh, what a happy problem to have.'
Shirley Thorne lay on her back, opened her private messages on the forum, and DMed Mr. Digits, firing off another flurry of excited messages.
He only replied with, "Go to sleep," and said nothing more.
Shirley Thorne didn't mind what reaction she got from her online confidant; her objective was simple. She just wanted to use a stranger's kindness as an outlet to vent her overwhelming joy.
She didn't know then that he was no stranger.
After a sleepless night, Shirley Thorne dragged herself out of bed the next morning with dark circles under her eyes.
Even though she hadn't slept well, she wasn't about to go back to bed. Today was a workday.
The plot design work still needed to be done. The business with Zane Lowell was just a diversion and couldn't be relied upon.
