Taking the stairs to go up, Davis felt his leg heavy, his heart tightening with every step on the staircase.
He might have been able to convince Grandpa downstairs that she was only unconscious, but he couldn't convince himself,he couldn't stop the hurt and the sharp ache in his chest.
Davis paused at the door of the bedroom, he stretched his hand to the doorknob but he felt stuck, he couldn't brace himself to open this door.
This had been their little sanctuary since they returned from Noveira, but now it might even be his nightmare.
A mocking smile curled up his lips. "I have always been anxious to come into this room to find her."
He couldn't help recalling her various postures. Sometimes, he opens the door and finds her sitting with crossed legs, eyes glued to her phone or her laptop before her.
At other times, she would be lying with her stomach, her legs raised up and she swung them about carelessly.
