Ophelia
I opened my eyes and stared up at the ceiling of Luke’s bedroom. The sun was rising in the sky, and I wondered how long I had slept. My body ached all over as I struggled to sit up. Luke wasn’t beside me, though, and I looked around. The clock said it was after six in the morning, but I knew someone would be awake and tell me what was happening.
Once I had some shorts that matched Luke’s shirt I was wearing; I hobbled down the stairs. I smelled bacon in the air, and my stomach growled audibly, making whoever was cooking chuckle. It was a deep voice, and I saw Doug standing by the stove with a sizzling pan. He turned to smile at me, but I noticed it wasn’t like his usual wolf grin. His eyes were sad, and he looked like he hadn’t slept all night.
“Hungry, Ophie?” he asked.
“Su
