Aria’s POV:
Things didn’t change between Nathaniel and me.
Hypothermia?
Thank goodness that didn’t happen either.
“Hey,” John said.
My chin sinks further into the palm of my hand, “Hey.”
“You okay?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re more zoned out than usual.”
I rest my head against the lunch table, and my sight perfectly land on Nathaniel. His eyes met mine. What a terrible coincidence.
I turn my head until my forehead hits the table. Why doesn’t it feel cool?
Joe places a hand beneath my chin and lift it. He rest the other palm above my forehead. “I knew it. You’re sick.”
“Your mama is sick.”
“My mama is your mama.” He looks at John, “She’s sick.”
“How is that possible?” Cynthia question. “You’re the only one who didn’t go out in that blizzard.”
Somehow breathing got a bit harder. I rest my
