POV: SAINT
I woke up feeling significantly better than I did the day before, ready to tackle whatever lay ahead. As I opened my eyes, I noticed Jackson was missing from the bed. A hint of sadness washed over me as I made my way to my room for a shower, awaiting the witch's arrival. I could only guess that he had stepped out to fetch him.
A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts, prompting me to call out, "Come in." The door creaked open, and Tom entered, carefully securing the door behind him before coming over to sit beside me.
"Hey," he greeted, settling down next to me.
I playfully tousled his hair. "How are you doing?"
"I'm okay. Are you feeling alright now? Daddy said I couldn't see you because you were sick." He looked up at me with concern.
"Yeah, I'm much better now.
