Jason's POV

I returned to my room upstairs as promised, carrying a full plate of food. I waited for a response before knocking on the door and entering, but none came. I cautiously opened the door and looked inside because I was worried.

"Megan?" I discreetly cried out before approaching the space. Even though there were no lights on, there was a low-volume television show on. I recognized the well-known animated characters dancing and singing about being their guests as they moved across the screen. I quietly moved the steaming dish and the dining utensils over to the bed.

I grinned to myself when I saw Megan sleeping peacefully on...