She kept falling asleep because her mind and body were worn out. One would think she couldn’t rest after Sam’s threats. She had bid Max goodnight after they got home and cleaned up the mess in the kitchen. Or rather he’d cleaned it up. He hadn’t let her cross the threshold. In the end, she had told him she was going to bed, but she kept her clothes on in preparation of leaving when he fell asleep.Of course going this way was ridiculous. All she had to do was say it wasn’t working out and she had to move on. Somehow she didn’t want to face Max and see him work out the truth about why she’d come to this decision—that she was scared. If he questioned her, she feared he’d learn about the specific threat to his life Sam had made. No, she had to go in the middle of the night. That was her only option and best for everyone.She threw her legs over the side of the bed and reached beneath it for her shoes. After putting them on, she tiptoed to the bedroom door and listened. Max slept like the dead, she had learned.
