Jesse
I can feel it before she even says a word—the shift in her scent, the way her body tenses ever so slightly. Lia’s heart is coming again.
It’s been a few days since the incident, and everything is okay. Or it seemed to be okay when I walked in and saw that Lia was not in a good way. I cleared my throat, trying to get her attention.
Lia looked up, but then she looked away again. Sighing, I decided to just sit across from her and just try to get her to open up. It wasn’t going to be easy, but I would do my best.
She’s curled up on the couch, arms wrapped around her knees, staring at nothing. I settle next to her, close enough that our shoulders brush. “It’s starting again, isn’t it?”
She lets out a breath, a small nod following. “Yeah.”
There’s hesitation in her voice, a weariness
