21
Meg
I had assumed that I would spend the night wide-awake and staring at the ceiling, but the pressure and stress of the past twenty-four hours must have finally taken their toll on my body because when my eyelashes fluttered open, there was sunlight streaming in through the room’s window.
My eyes darted to the side to check on Harper, but she hadn’t budged. I was surprised to see Levi sitting up in one of the room’s chairs and looking at me. His voice sounded amused and jovial, like he’d just had the best sleep of his life––even though I knew he couldn’t have––when he said, “Good morning, sunshine.”
“Morning,” I responded, but my sore throat made my voice sound gravelly. I reached a hand up to gingerly pat near my collar bone as I tried to swallow the raw, dry feeling away.
“Is yo
