Otsana I pushed myself up from the bed and moved towards the door. One thought consumed me: I needed to see him. I approached the door, but it opened before I reached it. He stood there, a tray of food in his hands. His expression was neutral, but the sight of him sent a chill down my spine. "Where are you headed?" he asked, making me swallow hard. How could I explain that he was the one I wanted to see all along? "Um..." I hesitated, unsure whether to speak. He raised his eyebrows, then sighed. "Please excuse me. I brought you dinner. I know you must be starving since you're exhausted." His kindness caused another sting in my heart. I swallowed and tried to focus, but I couldn't. "Paul..." I called out, and he stopped in his tracks. I turned to see his back facing me, waiting sin