“You look exhausted. Did you get any sleep last night?”
Tara groaned in response, dragging her hands across her face. “No.” She mumbled, picking up her extra large Tim’s cup and drinking deep. “They wouldn’t let me. They needed me to do something, but I couldn’t get a clear message. They wouldn’t let me sleep til I figured it out.. I still don’t know what they want, Aid, but it’s something important.”








