Jason's POV

Megan sprang up in bed, shaking the bed and jolting me out of sleep. I helped her sit up and placed my arm over her back, giving her a gentle stroke. I could feel the uneven skin beneath the shirt, and it gave me a cold.

How are you, Sweetheart? Are you alright? Due to sleep, my voice was lower than normal when I inquired. I rubbed my eyes and wiped the sleep from my eyes so I could see her more clearly.

"Yeah, I'm fine, yeah," I could hear the salt in her voice and smell the tears in her voice.

I said, wiping her tears away...