CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
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When I woke again, Roane was on the edge of the bed. He sat with his elbows on his knees and his hands cradling his head. I scooted beside him and looked at his back. Not long ago, I would’ve itched to caress it. This day, I felt nothing.
“I’m numb.”
He looked at me. “I know.”
I lifted haunted eyes to him. “I should feel something. I’ve tried to fight this. I try to feel something and sometimes I do. I feel guilty. I look at my friends and a part of me doesn’t feel like I’m friends with them anymore. What’s wrong with me?”
As his hand reached for mine, I heard him sigh. “I feel it too.”
“I don’t like feeling like this.”
“Your mind is preparing you for what’s going to happen. Bad things are going to happen.”
I didn’t want to hear him, but he was right.
