Diane’s POV

My eyes flutter open to the sensation of a light touch on my cheek. It’s gentle, almost hesitant. I see Jason seated on the edge of my bed, his profile illuminated by the soft morning light. As my eyes focus, he gets up too quickly, turning his back to me before I can read his expression.

My hand shoots out, instinctively grabbing his. He stops and turns back to face me.

"How long are you going to remain mad at me?" I ask.

We've had disagreements before but they fizzled out as quickly as they started. I’d never seen him like that until three days ago. The cold,...