Dawn would be breaking soon and when it arrived, she would sit across from him, fully awake, completely steady, and learn everything about this situation she didn't yet know. Information was her only currency, and she intended to spend it carefully.
For now, they only had sleep and both of them needed it while they could because all in all they truly needed it.
The curtained window held the grey, pre-dawn darkness, and somewhere in the house, a clock she hadn't seen ticked steadily toward seven.
And finally, Daniella Montenegro closed her eyes, and this time, exhaustion was merciful.
But life didn't seem to give her a bed of roses. The moment darkness drew her in, her mind filled with memories of the time she had spent with Carlos.
