When I finally stepped out of the hospital room, Karen had insisted that I take things easy.
The nurses had repeated the same thing.
Even Levi, who rarely commented on anything unless necessary, seemed unusually attentive as he walked beside me.
I should have been focused on getting home. Instead, my mind kept circling back to one thing.
Karen.
More specifically, the question Morgana had asked.
Are you in love with Dawson?
I hated that the question was still stuck in my head.
She'd even asked me to trust her.
So why was I still thinking about it?
Why did it bother me at all?
The elevator doors opened and Levi politely gestured for me to go first.
I stepped out.
My thoughts refuse to leave me alone.
Karen isn't in love with Dawson.
I repeated the sentence silently.
Yet somet
