Chapter 32

• Jenna's POV
• The silence in the room pressed in like fog. Nathaniel lay still on the floor, the throw blanket pulled up to his chest, his brow furrowed even in sleep or whatever state this was. His hand twitched once. Then again. Like his body was chasing something it couldn't catch, even now.
• I sat beside him on the rug, knees tucked to my chest, trying not to watch the shadows move across his face. But it was impossible. He looked softer like this. Younger. And tired. God, he looked tired.