She had tried to kill herself. Sophia's throat clogged up at the thought and she sighed out, shutting her eyes back after seeing that she was wearing another hospital scrubs and laying on Chase's bed once again.

The sound of the door opening slightly made her open her eyes and she froze at the sight of Chase by the door. He wasn't wearing the clothes he had on again. He was clad in a plain black sweatshirt and sweatpants.

He had a tray in his hands. He walked to the bed maintaining eye contact with her.

When he dropped the tray on the bedside table, Sophia’s eyes darted to it....