Anastasia's POV
The door shut with a gentle sound behind Jayden, and there was silence around me once again. The room, though it was warm and softly lit, it felt heavy, Blake is here.
I didn’t know how much time had passed before I heard it, the soft knock on the door.
“Come in,” I whispered.
The door creaked open slowly, and there he was. Blake looked tired, worn down.
“Anastasia…” he breathed, stepping inside as if afraid I would disappear if he moved too quickly.
“Hi,” I said.
He stood by the door for a moment, his hands clenched at his sides, his jaw tight. And then, he crossed the room and dropped to his knees beside the bed.
“I thought I lost you,” he said. “I thought…” He shook his head, looking down, his voice thick with unspoken emotion. “Damn it, Ana. You disappeared,n
