Jasmine’s POV
When I woke up the next morning, the sun was just coming through the curtains and when l turned over I realized but Orson was next to me.
He was sitting up in bed with his arms around his knees, staring at the wall. He looked so small and worried.
Ever since the attack on my mother’s cabin, he hasn't been the same. He barely talks or eats and he hasn't smiled much. He's traumatized by everything he saw.
I got out of bed and walked over to sit on the mattress beside him.
"Good morning, my sweet boy" I said, running my fingers through his messy hair.
He rubbed his eyes with his fists. "Mommy?" he whispered.
"Yes, baby?"
"Is Grandma still sleeping?" he asked, looking up at me with big eyes. "Is she ever going to wake up?"
Tears stung my eyes, but I forced a warm smile
