Jenna

Within seconds, the room is empty of all but Luther and me. A shiver runs through my spine as Luther sits next to me, his knee against my hip, so he’s facing me. He looks at me for a moment; I have to swallow the lump in my throat.

I don’t know what to say, and I’m scared my voice won’t come out strong if I try.

I bite the inside of my cheek as Luther takes my small hand in his big one. He’s never touched me so gently before. I have to bite my lip to ward off my emotions.

“How are you feeling?”

I swallow again. “Um, I’m doing better.”

“I imagine you’re wondering how you’re sitting here with no injuries.”

I nod while holding onto Luther’s hand even tighter. I don’t want him to