He might as well never have left the War Room, because he continued hashing things out in his sleep—if you could call it sleep. Since he had entered REM, technically he had slept. But when his alarm on his watch woke him at five the next morning, he didn’t feel the least bit rested.He woke disoriented, heart rate accelerated, because he didn’t immediately recognize his surroundings. The brick walls. The exposed wooden beams across the ceiling. The faint scent of earth. Then his memory caught up. Last night he had come down into Jessie’s room, looking through her things in search of some sign of where Gabriel might have gone. He had found a diary under her mattress and felt no qualms about sitting down to read it. Not when it might lead to getting her back and safe.He must have fallen asleep in her bed while reading it.There weren’t many entries. She apparently didn’t care much for, or lacked the discipline to, keep at it regularly. She barely mentioned Gabriel throughout. Most of the entries talked about how much she missed her mother.
