ALLISON.

Just then, a gentle knock on door broke the heavy silence. The door was slightly ajar, and standing there was Daniel, his blond hair catching the dim light of the hallway.

“Mind if I come in?” he asked, smiling.

“Daniel, sure!”

He stepped inside and his soft amber eyes found me. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay. But I definitely need to rest more in the coming weeks.”

“That’s good,” he said, nodding. “You’ve had enough stress lately. ...