"Leah…”
I heard the door slowly open, and I heard him softly call my name. I didn't look at him; instead, I kept my eyes closed, quietly resting in the room.
Earlier, I vomited; my symptoms flared up. He took care of me and did everything to ensure I'd be okay. Joseph handled all my cravings and mood swings. So now, I decided to stay locked in this room, feeling embarrassed about myself.
Since I left Nathan's place, it feels like Joseph has taken his role. And now, here he is again, trying to talk to me, even though I want to be alone or avoid facing him for now, unsure if my mood swings might act up again.
I felt his presence slowly approaching me. I remained in my silence until I sensed his hand resting on my shoulder.
“Now, how do you feel? Are you still nauseous? Hungry, perha
