MILENA'S POV

“Here” I whispered, my voice soft as I placed the plate of waffles on the bedside table, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair ove Theo's trembling frame under the sheets.

He looked so frail that my heart ached and I was reminded of my prioritiesㅡ Him.

He slowly turned to look at the food then back at me, his bottom lip wobbling as he looked around. He had been awake for an hour now but he seemed so disoriented and didn't want to talk but it was no cause for ...