LIAM
I learned two things today: one, you weren't supposed to give concussion patients aspirin. And two, Nora didn't think I was capable of kindness—if the surprised look on her face after I asked about the medicine was any indication.
I'd heard her quiet breathing underneath my bed. It was impossible to ignore.
She was cute, thinking she was being quiet when the reality was she’d announced her presence with the wide-open laptop on her bed.
I thought about what she could possibly be doing on my side of the suite, but I drew up a blank. We'd been in here for weeks now, and even during the times we were cordial, she never once creeped over to sink into my bed or anything like that. Perhaps she was searching for something.
My brows furrowed, hands stilling as I wondered just what she was
