When I woke up in the morning, it was just after dawn.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I couldn't sleep anymore and tried to get up. But Christian's arm was around me and I had to stay still.

I stared at his hand in the faint light coming through the window screen.

The back of his hand was slightly red and swollen, with a few cuts and red flesh showing through.

It didn't look like a fall!

The more he hid it from me, the more it made me feel very uneasy.

He was probably in some pain, and his fingers twitched now and then in his sleeping...