I cleared my throat, carefully sitting her up on the edge of the bed and stepping back, putting distance between us before I did something stupid. "You sleep on the bed," I said, my voice rougher than I intended. I turned my head, looking away, focusing on the fireplace, the walls, anything but the way her eyes were searching my face.
But when I glanced back, I saw it. The sadness. The shadow of something dark and painful lingering in her gaze.
My chest tightened. "Are you okay?"
"Fine," she said quickly, too quickly. "Just startled."
I didn't believe her for a second. I took a step closer, crouching down so I was eye level with her. "Leah."
She exhaled, her shoulders sagging. "I was dreaming about my parents' accident," she admitted, her voice barely more than a whisper.
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