Zane's POV
I stared at the ceiling as I lay in my bed. It was a couple of hours ago when Carmela and I talked and during that time I learned a lot from her. I felt that my perspective on her had changed— in a good way. Now that I knew that she's fighting for her consciousness… Con, I even had more reason not to leave her alone.
I glanced at the glass wall of my room with the curtains open, and there I saw that it's going to dark any minutes from now. I turned my gaze to the side and saw the book Carmela had given to me.
Thorn, what a weird name. I took it and grabbed the top of it, down to its stalk, but I quickly let go when a small thorn pierced my thumb. I took my injured finger to my mouth and sucked its blood— which my parents used to do to me when they were still alive.
Parents..
