Richard
I brought her breakfast myself. She was curled against the headboard when I entered, her hair tangled and the tray on the nightstand untouched. She didn’t startle, just lifted her eyes to mine with a quiet, watchful look that hadn’t quite softened since she came back.
I set the tray down, something still warm on it, and crossed the room without speaking, though the silence between us was thick with what hadn’t been said yet.
“Hey,” I said quietly, settling on the edge of the bed.
She blinked slowly. “Is it already morning?”
I nodded. “You slept through most of the night. That’s a good thing.”
“I don’t feel rested,” she murmured. “I feel like I lost time again.”
“You didn’t,” I said, brushing the hair back from her face with care, holding her gaze until she blinked again. “Yo
