Part 4
In the morning I dress in the jumpsuit I wore at the facility—Naphalie mended the tear where I was shot and tried her best to get out the blood that stains the fabric. It’s wearable but I’ll have to see if Tobin still has any of my clothes from before. He didn’t mention it yesterday—then again, he was too excited at seeing me, so I’m sure it just slipped his mind. He’s so damn sweet and cute. I think I’m going to like falling in love with him all over again. I still can’t believe he hasn’t met someone else in my place—five years is a long time. It’s the only lifetime I’ve ever known.
As I’m zipping up the jumpsuit, the door to my room opens and I turn, a smile already on my face because I think it’s him but it’s not. It’s Ashe, my breakfast tray in both hands and a distrustful gl
