Kendrick's gaze lingers on Elodie's sleeping face. Her pale complexion and her slow, steady breaths stirred his heart with concern.
He finds himself drawn to her peaceful features, his hand instinctively lifting to her face to caress her cheeks. However, he hesitates, his mind flashing back to the times when he hurt her out of anger. It doesn't feel right to act like nothing's happened.
Kendrick lets out a dry, low chuckle, whispering, “You made me worry,” he says, conversing with her as if she's awake. “Because of you, I haven't had anything to eat since noon”
Kendrick pauses as if expecting a response from her. Good thing she was merely given sleeping pills, else he would've taken everything Kristen had and returned him back to the suburbs.
“This isn't fair” Zoey's pained whisper
