It’s been almost three weeks since I woke up at Lunar Falls and David went rogue, shattering our bond. Every day, I’ve eaten one more bite, I’ve drug myself out of bed and showered, though usually returning to bed after. Today, I decided not to and curled up on the couch instead.
Randall opens the door and looks for me on the bed. Immediately, his face falls and he scans the room, almost in a panic. There’s relief on his face as his eyes land on me, still curled up in a blanket, but on the couch instead and a smile comes to his face.
“You’re not in bed,” he says, crossing the room to come stand by me.
“I’m trying,” I say softly. “I really am.”
“I know you are,” he tells me, kneeling down beside me and placing a kiss on my forehead. “It just makes me happy to see you doing better
