LAURA'S POV

After a series of nightmares the previous night, I noticed Bryan kept to himself all day. I had to cover up for him during breakfast and lunch. When I got to his room that evening, he was on the bed, and his eyes looked puffy.

“Bryan, is everything okay?” I asked, and he stared up at me.

“Baby…”

“Leave me alone,” he said softly, his voice breaking at the edge.

“You don't mean that. You're just looking for a way to vent. Don't push me away, Bryan,” I said, and he stared at me.

“Why? Why shouldn't I? Isn't that all I'm good at?” he fired back angrily,...