*Jared*

I ran the back of my knuckles over her exposed ankle and she didn’t even flinch. She was sprawled out on her bed, face down, her arms and legs splayed with a pillow over her head. I slowly lifted the pillow to make sure she was still breathing and hadn’t suffocated herself, but she was fine, out cold.

Eliza slept like a rock. I was more than impressed by it, and slightly jealous if I was being honest. I let the pillow fall back over her head and crossed ...