Taylor

Whispers.

I hear whispers.

The soft murmurs pull me from my slumber. Opening my eyes, I find Jackson and Kennedy in the kitchen. They notice my movements.

“Stay,” Jackson encourages. “Stay on the sofa. We will come to you.”

I shift slightly to sit up.

My stomach feels okay.

I should eat.

I attempt to rise, but Jackson raises his palms between us. “Stay put and use your words to ask for help,” he instructs.

“I should ...