(Skyler)
I groan opening my eyes. I blinked a few times to adjust my vision. My throat is dry, but I don’t have a headache anymore. I looked around and realized that this is not my room nor my son’s room. I sat up looking around. The door to the room opened and Ethan stood there for a second or so before walking in.
“Ethan? I mean Mr. Locklear? Where am I?” I asked.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, ignoring my question.
“Thirsty” I said truthfully. He nodded and grabbed a bottle of water that was on the bedside table. He opened it and brought it to my lips. I drank greedily.
“Easy, I don’t want you to choke” he says before touching my face.
“Good, your fever is gone” he said.
“Fever? Oh, Kaleb. Where is Kaleb?” I asked.
“He’s fine, he’s having breakfast downstairs. I just cam
