No wait.
Mia is not moving.
I slowly approach the bed.
I'm scared to the bone.
I stand at the bedside watching her, and when I reach to touch her pale cheek, a movement behind me stops me in my tracks.
I hastily turn around.
I take a backward step when Jordan walks in.
He looks just like he did seven years ago. He has aged a little but he's pretty much the same person. I can't believe that there's a time I actually loved him.
His hands are hanging helplessly on the sides, and his face has way too many emotions as he regards me.
I can't put a finger on any of them.
"You've grown into a very pretty young woman." He tells me in an awed tone, his eyes taking in the whole of me.
That makes me very uncomfortable but I don't dwell on it. I have to keep him occupied until who
