"Are you okay?" he asked. Our gazes met, and I moved my head from left to right, pointing my finger at the crimson spot on my bed. His eyes followed the direction of my finger, widening in shock as he took in the sight of the crimson stain.
Brandon runs his hand over his head as he grabs both my cheeks in between his hands, staring into my eyes. "Jane, calm down and tell me, how do you feel?" Brandon asked.
Words don’t seem to form out of my mouth as my voice starts to choke from my cries. Tears stream down my face as I struggle to regain control of my emotions. The weight of the situation becomes overwhelming, making it difficult to articulate my feelings.
"Calm down and breathe," he responded, making me sit on the bed. He gently places his hand on my back, offering me comfort and su
