Early the next morning, I woke up still feeling exhausted from yesterday's event. Jacob was still present. He had slept off on a chair by the corner of the room.
Everything was blurred after my conversation with Rita. But thankfully I wasn't feeling so tense this morning.
“Jacob,” I called with my eyes on him. I gently moved down the bed and approached him where he was sitting. “Jacob,” I called softly again and he opened his eyes.
“Hey, Isabella,” he muttered. His eyes were drowsy. “How are you feeling?”
“I am okay,” I replied. “Why are you here?” I asked curiously and he frowned.
“You asked me to spend the night here, remember?” he replied while searching my eyes. I stared a while and immediately I got flashes of me pulling his hand and pleading for him not to send for Travis.
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