She’d watched her sleep for what felt like hours now. The city lamps cast just enough light for Tris to see her. Her friend had been gone so long, she couldn’t bear not being near her this first night, especially since he wasn’t there. Tris lay there until there was no doubt in her mind she’d go crazy if she didn’t go home, at least for a little bit.
I can sneak out for a bit. She won’t even know. I can go and then we’ll have a nice breakfast. She wants to cook me muffins.
Tris carefully slid out of bed, it was something she once was quite skilled at. She hoped she hadn’t lost her touch. Once she’d snuck out of the bedroom, she nearly ran to her own apartment.
As she strode through her house, she’d shed her...