*Zareen*

I hear a knock on the door and I pull the cover back onto myself. “Come in.”

And I see him walk in, closing the door and smiling softly. I relax a little as he walks closer; he pulls up a chair and sits near me. “How are you feeling?”

I sigh and lean my back against the pillows again. “I wish people would stop asking me that. Meadow was here earlier, and so was my father. They worry too much.”

He shakes his head and chuckles. “You were on ...