KIERAN BLACKWOOD
The pain is still a constant companion, but it’s bearable. My body, though weaker than I’m used to, is finally starting to respond better to Scarlett’s care. Even so, the weight of the past few days still lingers in the air, like a storm about to break.
The sound of firm footsteps echoes down the hall, and before the door even opens, I know who it is. Jake. He walks in unceremoniously, his face set, his eyes heavy with emotions ranging from anger to worry.
“You’re alive, after all.", he mutters, closing the door behind him.
I sit up with effort, ignoring the pain that shoots through my chest.
“Surprised?”, I retort, trying to lighten the tension with a touch of humor.
Jake crosses his arms, leaning against the nearest wall.
“Not surprised. Irritated, maybe. You almo
