Rolling over onto her back, Hermione stared at the ceiling and wondered why she could find no peace. As she did so, memories of the past began to flood her mind. During the day she tried so damn hard to keep these thoughts at bay, but when night crept in, so did the insecurities. The memories were mere flickers of conversation that took place in this very flat, from a time before the baby and broken hearts. Whispers that made her wonder if all of this was even worth it and making fresh tears leak from her eyes...