Jeremy's POV
I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. The room was quiet, too quiet. I could hear the soft sound of footsteps outside my door. A moment later, Loretta walked in, carrying a tray with my meal. My stomach grumbled, but I didn’t want to admit I was hungry.
As she entered, I felt a mix of relief and annoyance. I wanted to see her, but I didn’t want her to know that.
So, I crossed my arms and said, “Just drop the meal and leave.”
Loretta looked at me with those piercing green eyes. “You know I can’t do that,” she replied softly, setting the tray on the small table beside my bed. Then, she sat down beside me, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from her. I wished I could push her away, but part of me didn’t want her to go.
“I know you don’t want me to leav
