Wendy
In a world where my own mind had betrayed me, wiping away eight entire years of my existence, Reed was the only thing that felt undeniably real.
My eighteen-year-old heart, which had never known anything beyond high school crushes and my father’s safety, was beating so wildly against my ribs I was sure he could hear it.
I didn't want to sit across from him anymore. I didn't want the coffee table between us.
Slowly, I slipped my hand out from under his.
Reed’s jaw tightened instantly as he prepared to pull away, likely thinking he had overstepped a boundary.
But I didn't stop. Instead, I carefully pushed the knitted throw blanket off my lap.
I slid off the oversized sofa and lowered myself down beside him.
Reed went completely still.
I tucked my legs beneath me, sitting clo
