"Your cheek looks swollen." Ashton touched Hannah's cheek. "Let's put a cold pad on it, okay?"

Hannah opened her eyes and quickly pulled away from Ashton's embrace. She cursed herself–why did she think Ashton wanted to kiss her right now?

I must be losing my mind, Hannah panicked.

"The flyers," she whispered, suddenly remembering the bag slipping from her grasp.

Ashton looked at the stairs, where the scattered flyers were now spread out. The doctor picked up the bag and collected each flyer while Hannah waited at the top of the stairs.

"I'll take them to Lora myself. You just stay here," Ashton said when he was done.

He hurried...