Taryn
The morning air was cool as I made my way down the hallway toward Gavin’s new room. Two guards stood outside the door, nodding as I approached. I gave them a grateful smile and knocked softly before letting myself in.
“Gavin?”
The curtains were drawn, casting the room in soft grey light. Gavin sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, his hands limp between them. He didn’t look up right away.
I closed the door behind me and stepped closer, taking in the dark circles under his eyes, the tremble in his fingers, the way he looked like a man who had been wrung out and left to dry.
“You okay?” I asked gently, not expecting much.
He blinked slowly and let out a breath that sounded like it weighed a thousand pounds. “No,” he said. “But… I’m not worse.”
I moved to the chair acr
