ALLISON’S POV
“We’re leaving on Christmas Eve.” I smooth down Justin’s shirt after buttoning it, my palm lingering on his chest. “Are you excited?”
He doesn’t answer. Instead, his gaze stays locked on the wall ahead. I follow it out of habit, even though I already know there’s nothing there. Katy mentioned the same thing earlier after spending the morning with him, trying to get some kind of reaction. She said he barely spoke, barely engaged but just drifted, like he wasn’t fully here.
“Your scans are fine, by the way.” I try again, hoping the good news interests him. “They’re still going to keep an eye on you, but Nora said everything looks good. So… congrats. Your head is officially too hard to damage.”
I let out a small laugh, but it comes out awkward, kind of forced and it dies jus
