JESSICA BERKELEY.
By the time Devin carries me into the living room, the water still covers parts of the floor, but it’s no longer rushing.
Just… lingering, like the aftermath of something violent. He sets me down on the couch carefully.
Too carefully.. Like I might break.
“I can sit on my own,” I mutter, adjusting slightly.
He doesn't respond.. not like I expected him to anyways.
“Let me see it.”
I freeze. “What?”
“Your ankle.”
“I said I’m fine" I hesitate because the least I want to do right now is burden him with my problems.
“Jessica.” He calls in a low tone.
I sigh, leaning back against the couch. I push my leg forward.“You’re very bossy, you know that?”
“And you don’t listen.”
“Maybe I just don’t like being ordered around.” I say with an eye roll.
“Too bad.”
I open my
