She tried to rip her arm away from my hand, but I held on to her wrist.

Yes, I would have to let her go eventually, but not yet.

Not right now.

She took a deep breath, and then finally parted her rosy lips.

“Good, you’re awake,” she said, her voice flat.

I tried not to let my expression change at how calm and almost indifferent her tone was. She was acting as if she wasn’t experiencing any kind of emotional turmoil that I had been. ...