It’s the middle of the night when I’m awakened by movement and groaning. I prop myself up on my elbow, reaching over to the table beside me and flicking on the oil lamp. The lamp casts enough light to see around the room, and I look over to see Dominik, raising his arm and placing it over his eyes.

I smile, staring at him as he slowly awakens. For a moment, he lays there. Suddenly, he sits up, gasping and clutching his side. “Kaleigh!”

I shush him, placing ...