CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
JAXIn a brightly lit room, with shimmery edges, Priya sits across from me, her head tilted and resting on her hand. Her other arm is extended out toward me, lying on the table, palm up, as if she’s asking for my hand. Although her eyes crinkle as she smiles at me, tears drop down the side of her face. I place my hand in hers and stroke it with my thumb.
“I’ve missed you,” I whisper to her so no one else can hear.
She chuckles. “You’re still as melodramatic as ever. I’ve missed you too.”
“How have you been?” I’m not exactly sure what else to say.
“I-I haven’t been good. For a while, my mind believed I was strong. Reality proved otherwise. They’ve won.”
“They didn’t win. We’re still together. We can focus on you getting better now.”
“Oh Jax.” She squeezes my hand and
