Chapter 25
“Micah.”
Someone was shaking me. I groaned and cracked an eye open.
Nash sat by me on the bed, gazing down at me with a warm smile. “I’m going to work. I left some chicken tacos on the stove in aluminum foil for you, okay?” He stroked my hair. “Will you eat? Promise me you’ll eat.”
Weakly, I sat up. A headache loomed. My stomach growled, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep anything down. “What time is it?”
“Five. In the afternoon.” Nash had his winter coat on. “I’m late. Will you eat?”
“Where’s my phone?” I looked around the nightstand, under all of Nash’s books and papers. Vincent had given me an older Apple phone he didn’t use. I checked my missed calls. Two from Lou. One from my brother. But none from Lei.
“Nathaniel will stop by in about an hour with more of your st
